I always believe that when there’s hope, there’s always a way. And I always find my self in the lucky position for possesing hope as high as the clouds in the sky. Except for the last couple of months where I feel all mylife was evolve around nothing. Practically nothing.
I feel as if the pulse of life stop its beating. I feel like the sun has never rise again since I can’t remember. I feel like the globe remain motionless. I feel like my life has stop completely.
Every night I woke up sweating. In that very moment, I always find myself hard to breath. My heart beating fast and i found myself lying in bed with headache. I felt something growling inside my belly. And there is where the vomiting goes. Again, and again, and again.
And then I would go wandering in the kitchen looking for something to eat, just to ease the vibrate within me. And then I would make myself a glass of hot sweat tea to comfort me. And then I’ll eat, I’ll drink. After realizing I couldn’t possibly back to sleep and that the sun wouldn’t rise for at least five more hours, I would grab a book and began reading untill I finally asleep. And I would dream about leaving my entire life and regain a new liberty to make a brand new start. Then I’ll live happily ever after.