People change

People change that everyone already knows. Life does not stop, they only flow on. I also change constantly and do not stop for a moment and keep moving forward ... Even though sometimes it seems like I'm sinking into my memories, my breathing, my depression ... I'm still moving on. These hot days remind me now of the hot nights of the crazy August months that would swallow me In the desire to escape from this world even then I was a frightened and paralyzed ten-year-old because of the pains of the world. I felt that all the hopes were erased, how the whole world was leading me to the abyss, making me want to leave him ... The long nights in the desert take two annual trips that would make us wonder even more, what's wrong with us? How is it that everyone is enjoying themselves and only I want to scream and scream ... And how we hid from all of them, me and you, who came to visit me on an annual trip of the 12th grade ... How glad I was to see you coming with your black draft marching towards me with a huge smile. How did I know that I was getting more and more into trouble because of you more and more that you were killing me without anyone noticing? And yes, it was his magic, the madness and the fear that sometimes you would feel that this is what makes our relationship to what it is ... And perhaps today I'm no longer sensitive to anything about you. I can write about it from a place of sweet memory, On your attempt to make me feel a little less alone ... a little less stuck. So yes ... I remembered it at night and I could not help but write about you. Even though I feel the story of both of us is over, I still want to remember