Waiting Pain in My Soul

I know I can't sleep anymore, no matter what time it is. I open my dark curtains to spend Sunday morning in a sneaky, dazzling daylight. Here is another bright day.

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But I feel tense and sad. I have to say, the Collector's book I read from last night. I remember the dreams I see, the beautiful Miranda, the monster Caliban, captivity and pain.

It's all so fresh; it seems to me that all the events just happened in front of me and I couldn't do anything. I feel helpless. He's too weak to touch Miranda's wounds.

That's when I understand that this pain that accumulates in my soul can only survive by writing. I'm heading for the reading room. I take my pencils of different colors, my mobile phone, my first book, my book and my glasses. I'm starting to write with a confession.

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