The twenty

I had my great depression at the age of twenty, with existential gaps, expectations never fulfilled and drunken kisses, my lips ached with false smiles, and lies were commonplace, and there was no magic in my youth, there were only headaches and green traffic lights, and love never beat anything, friends kept disappearing, people kept disappointing and I was still a simple human.

The twenty were the exam of my life, where the final question was: Do we continue? And I never had the answer, just kept walking, breathing, doing, and not stopping, because if I stopped, I started thinking and then everything hurt and nothing was silence and peace, and I just wanted it to stop.

My youth was bad decisions, sharp hands, lips with blood, broken cars and streets without lights, my beginnings were fuzzy and doubtful, and I still do not know how I am still alive.

T.A.