Hi all! how are you? On this occasion I wanted to share an emotional story of someone who succumbed in obscurities of all kinds and could capture it in this short story!

I will hope you like it :) !!

My only dream was to wake up

"My only dream had been to wake up.
My only reality had become a dream.
I needed to be beaten enough to get me out of the center.
I had hit so hard that I ended up crucified in the center of my own ego.
I imbibed alcohol, sex and excess to feel accompanied until I finished alone and in the desert closest to nothing, to death.
I walked by the fantasy wanting to build my reality and it was so much the road traveled that I found myself hitting the doors of madness.
I proposed, over my capacity and my effort, to be someone real who ended up drowned in the decadent vomit of my unreal life.
I pursued so many false and unreal gods that I ended up becoming almost imperceptible and they became men, in what they never ceased to be.
I wanted to be so good that I ended up destroying what was around me.
So many times I decided to be the best (and although sometimes I did it), I can see that in the end it did not help.
I wanted to know everything, and everything ended up confusing me until I did not know anything.
I wasted so much energy in vain that I ended up practically immobile. "