I feel like a walking shadow of the traveller that I have been...

a shadow that looks for litle sun to reborn, to became again a shiny soul.

I feel a cloud hanging over my spirit, living the paradox of letting go.

the paradox of giving up on someone that once upon a time warned me about it. about this stormy times... someone that warned me that her monsters would do everything to keep her...

to keep her away from me.

that warned me that one day they would make the day became night,

the night became day,

the sun to go off, and the sea into a desert.

I am now sailing on an ocean of quagmire, that wants to slowly, on an almost sweet way swallow my vessel... to take my hope... my life...

I feel a shadow of the traveller I have been...