Excuse the silence. As they say, the limits of language are the limits of my world.
And when one is lost, the horizon of his world is blurred, so he cannot find the words to describe what happens to him.
Throughout the day I lived it as if I did not believe that I am home again.
and I wonder what I'm doing here? and I don't know what to answer me.
but I felt that my family needed me or I needed them or I see myself helping them.
and so I go through the day.
I also thought of people who want to hug me or who want to hug me, but always the image of being snuggled into someone. a little relieved a little crying and distrustful in the arms of someone I know I don't need. and there I close again.
who could converse only with emoticons
that before the usual questions
How are you doing What about your life? from our lips emerged
bubbles with the animated figure of what we want to say. a couple of hands if we want to hug.
light feet if we want to escape.
I always felt less and with the less I feel more comfortable. with simplicity with those who talk hours and hours about the sun and not about themselves. also with those who cross their legs alone at service stations on benches. and they are alone with themselves, perhaps waiting for someone to approach them and ask them something minimal. minimum as a how are you? and if I want to, recover my soul.