Truth me, just me. (c) Kaa
At the dead of night is a time of dark thoughts. The time of truth. Time when a conscience are powerfull and all mask are takeoff. A time of silence and deep mind. And endless nightmare, twenty nine years old. Day after day torment my soul.
I am afraid to trust people. Always something was necessary for all
from me, but not I. Even more I am afraid, that if I shall ask about the help nobody will answer me. Suddenly if I always was one?