BREATHE

One morning I woke up without distinguish what was

real and what was an illusion. I was dazed. The
memories did not leave me alone, going from one side
to another side, back and forth, torturing me, driving
me crazy. I remembered their faces, voices, their
glances. I could not close my eyes because they were
there, looking at me, and I could not do anything.
Everything in my life started to change when I was
eight