It is funny how my mind treats me sometimes. I find myself blowing the dust of my guitar. Thinking about being a teenager again, singing songs, writing poems, listening to the sadness music I used to enjoy so bad. No darkness issues passing by. No thoughts. No problems. Just my guitar, my notes and my bedroom full of books I have to read someday. It is like living through a freeway, travelling faster than the speed of light, without moving a muscle. Living one fragment at a time. Breathing slowly. Thinking of nothing. Dying peacefully.

Wasting time.

That's why, sometimes, I’m glad of feeling pain. It makes me feel alive in a way that happiness will never be able to. Maybe I'm so bitter. Maybe I’m so child. But, sometimes, when I feel the pain coming over me, I know I am an important part of the universe. A piece of everything and nothing. Just a particle of God experiencing everything.