After that night:
Who would have thought, that this story continues? Everything had been done, what could have been done. It wasn´t any help. It was over. I failed. There wasn´t anything left to say. Anything left to do. Anything left to excuse.
But I´m sitting here and I´m writing. What had happened? In the meantime, 6-7-8 years had passed. A couple of dilletantish attempts to send myself to kingdom come followed. I had good times, bad times, good times, bad times, good
But nothing changed. Just the scars became more numerous. I sat there, trapped, surrounded by invisible walls, captured by invisible creatures. I didnt know, why I was trapped. I just knew, that it must have been my fault.
Just until one day
.I opened my eyes. I saw clearly for the first time of my life. And suddenly, I was aware of what had bared myself from living. The walls, the creatures, the enemy: XX
All the time, it has been me, who was my enemy and my walls. But in a co