I used to live in this house, many years ago, but for reasons unknown to me I was moved to a space miles from here, where I was locked up for decades in a dark place, at the beginning of my confinement I was afraid, I was not used to the darkness so deep, that even approaching your hands to your face you can not see them.
But little by little I adapted to it, I didn't mind keeping my eyes closed because I would see the same thing, an endless darkness accompanied by a silence that used to stun, until you got used to it too.
Days passed, became months then years. I know it was years because I remember my face, I was young at the time when I was locked up, and when I got out, or better yet when I managed to escape from that place where darkness became my friend, my face has no trace left of what it was. I don't even know who or what I am anymore, I can only walk around, running away from my past but I feel that in a way I also run away from my present.
The years of confinement made me feel good about loneliness, silence and darkness, to which I must add some cold from time to time, but I cannot say if it was colder during the day or at night, because darkness was always present, as my faithful companion, so distinguishing between morning, afternoon or night was not something I could do.
Until one day I was able to leave, I escaped, some change of personnel must have been made, I suppose, but someone after delivering the food, opened my door, for the first time in months, and left it open, little by little I approached the threshold while my heart was beating strongly, when I left, there was nobody, a kind of very gloomy corridor was the route to my doorway, a light coming from some old windows and in the background I could see the possible exit.
The first time I saw light in so long, my eyes were dazzled for a slight moment, but little by little they got used to that new glow, I quickly started to run away, with my bare feet, without stopping or looking back I ran, nothing and nobody got in my way.
When I stopped I was already miles away, I could recognize some spaces, they were changed, it was night.
It was dark, but that didn't stop me, I was already used to it. I continued my escape along a path through the thick forest, everything in this aspect seemed normal, known.
Like those vegetable spaces I used to play in as a child.
I've gone back to looking for answers to what was my home, where I was taken from without giving me a reason or motive, but just as I'm not the same, that there are only ruins left of me, it's the same thing I get from what was my home, or what I thought it was.
Ruins, just some standing columns with few bricks that denote what were walls. There is no floor anymore, it is completely covered by remains of the walls and they were colonized by grass. No light, *just the little that the moon can offer
I know that my doubts will remain in the dark, in the unknown, before such a reality there is nothing left to find out*.
I will continue for a while in this space that sheltered me the first years of my life, with my friends, loneliness and darkness, total, I know that never will they abandon me.
