I guess in the end nothing is as good as we remember...

I guess no one is as perfect as we wish. And I realize no mather how hard we try, how many times we try we don't see that until the end comes up and the story goes down.

I'm locked in a small cage and the time is allways moving foward so as you. And I'm still remaining here locked, deaf (for the world), mute (for the heart), blind (for you). Honestly day by day I understand less why i'm still crying if even the own tears don't understand why they're still running out.

Now I'm learning the basics of life every day, for the rest of the days 'cause no story ends on the day that it really ends.