No ideas, no feelings, just words… dead words too poor to express what you mean… That’s the only thing you have sometimes…
It’s like playing chess against yourself. You can’t be the winner. You are not the looser either, but still… It’s like being the king unprotected, uncovered… It’s dark and lonely… and even the most obvious decision seems hard to be taken.
It’s like being somewhere without knowing where you belong… It’s like searching a memory that never existed… It’s like loosing your senses. All of them. It’s like breathing without living.
It’s like waking up and wondering why are you there… where did the dream disappear?
In the darkest place, in the darkest hour, you need to hear the voice telling you that everything is going to be all right. And you will believe it. Because you don’t want to be dead. You want to be awake… you want to be alive.
You’re not depressed. Someone will save you too…or just drink a cup of coffee.. and smile. You will feel better. It’s a promise.


