In it, they are.

All of them.


Every thought,

Every storm.

Collapsing inside of me.


I have never felt anything so intense. 

So lonley.

But necessary at the same time.


Don´t I matter?

Am I just a human piece that heals every life except for mine?

As if I have no soul?


Believe me then, when I say:

Every pain

Is a preparation for the next.

Each time

I feel it less.