I tried not to make you never know what I thought. Have you tried not to ever understand.
The thought of that closed door, for each of my awakening. The sight of that door closed to all your awakening.
come and visit with no set days. I can not stand customs. You've had to live there. I wonder if you hated the. After each search
held my breath, crossed the threshold and I was immersed in the water greenish walls. Smell of disinfectant mixed with sweat and heat soup.
The stomach narrows and I felt guilty. Think about how our lives might have been easier, think of the chance to meet other conditions, it made me feel immature and spoiled.
I hated the fact that they sit in the same place, I hated looking at us, imagine how I hated to close my eyes at night in the jungle of steel. I hated to admit that all this hate.
I arrived and I went with the same smile. With my anger in prison, unable to escape. Like you.
noise of iron. Steps. Keys. Cursing and silence still. Soiled look in there before our eyes. Every useless word. What we talk about this, nor hope without a future?
that room is sterile slime that come my silence.
Now that you know, do not ask me why I do not speak. My eyes, my feet, my hands have already spoken. I shall have nothing more to say.
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