There I drew the line
delicately between the rags of an unfinished sympathy for the past and the
unexpected surprises of the living present. I tend to leave my weaknesses and
impotence behind. The lies I used to wear to appease my sleep will soon vanish
and I will survive the threatening insomnia as long as it lasts. This not a
defeat or an overthrow, it is a detachment. Not a punishment but an
improvement. The sense of abandonment kills me but I think of the upcoming
achievements. Therefore, I made an agreement and an assignment to abolish my
bafflement.
It is certainly an amusement
to burst the bubbles of my disappointments. The process of entombment and
atonement. This change provides an excitement inspired by a source of illusions
and wonderment. My rupture experiment is a field of recruitment of new elements
to follow. It is for the past to swallow. The paragraph you are reading now is
a witness and a part of my process. In addition to the gift offered by the mind
that has the ability to forget, time shall make me forget.