When the moon blooms again, on a starry night like it always used to be.

I shall call to my past self

and try to recreate those old patterns that I used to go to, then I shall say goodbye to my old self and
all the things that I did. Life can be complicated sometimes, but you must throw yourself on the river
of life, close your eyes, and trust the river shall lead you somewhere you can call home.

Just sitting here in my lonely room on some Monday afternoon in 2024, it occurs to me suddenly
what am I doing here, in this world? And why should I be here? What is my purpose? Am I some
human that should live her life until she dies? But when I think about it, it isn't my purpose of living,
to be sitting here scrolling on my phone and spending my time or my life hanging to a destiny that life
itself chose for me, no I don’t want this. I shall choose my life and my destiny but somehow there is a
shadow that follows me everywhere and tells me that I am a slave to this life I am living, and I shall
not step over the line otherwise it's upon me what kind of life I shall receive. There is a lump in my
throat, I can't call it sadness or despoilment itself. I can't even recognize my own body, what am I?
Who am I? There is a war in my head, but somehow the music in my ears calms me down with my
inner thoughts that are nothing more than a war. Disappointment is the first word that I can
remember since childhood, some memories repeat themselves in my mind several times, but it
seems I can't get rid of them by any chance.

So, I just closed my eyes and took a deep breath as the darkness covered my vision, I was in a state of
calmness I wasn't in my room or any kind of dream, I was just floating in mid-air as If it felt. Somehow,
I couldn't open my eyes or it was open because I couldn't tell otherwise because it its peach black,