Those are the days, when a grey shadow is drowning in memories.

I can hear the words coming from their mouths.

I’m so weak, I told myself, it’ll just be 1 week, Look at yourself now, How could you let this happen, tell me how?

Walking quietly.

My old self was not always here for me.

Immediately after being born, surrounded by loved ones.

The times when beautiful tones could be heard are gone.

Being a child has many advantages.

Early morning, awoken by an unnatural sound of a plastic machine, from a calm sleep to a busy life.

Brought up without a direction, talking without action.

I came into this life, this rough world, as a small child, gifted a kind personality and a big heart.