A man lies in his bed in a room with no door.. He waits, hoping for a presence or something, anything to enter.. After spending half his life searching, he still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he stared.. He is alive, but feels absolutely nothing, so is he..?
When he was six, he believed that the moon overhead followed him.. By nine, he deciphered the illusion, trading magic for fact, no trade-backs.. So this is what it's like to be an adult..? If he only knew now what he knew then..
When he was six, he believed that the moon overhead followed him.. By nine, he deciphered the illusion, trading magic for fact, no trade-backs.. So this is what it's like to be an adult..? If he only knew now what he knew then..
I'm open.. Come in.. I'm open.. Come in..
Lying sideways atop crumpled sheets and no covers.. He decides to dream.. Dream up a new self..
For himself..
Mr. Nothingman, ¡me encanta!...A veces hay que soñar, con un nuevo yo, para continuar.
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