Today is the day that the metamorphosis ends, I have lived to much in the light, and I realized that I don’t belong here, It was good, but a nobody can forget about his origins.
I born in the darkness, but I don’t belong to it, I belong to the between, I tried to follow the light to reach the between, but I ended only in the light.
In the moment that the dusk turns into darkness, I have to see trough it to found what’s beyond that, and go to that way, but if that happens I will be never comeback.
“ But dreams have a nasty habit of going bad when you're not looking. The sun went down with practiced bravado. Twilight crawled across the sky, laden with foreboding.”
I am afraid but I will have to follow my way, this is how my life begins, and this is how that you are erased.
