Then

It was destroyed, all the maze blinded me for an instant but i could still make up the shapes of that moment that for a brief instant seemed to be like it was the answer for my search. a search that had been perciving me all along,
I felt cold. and incomplete, my striped body was revealing all the nakedness of my soul, a tired soul that felt the weight of the number of
trys that over time was imposed by me, along with all the burden that was obliged to me.
Hypocrise was the secret of a limited living, obliged to them all, willingly they followed, they marched and they did not get there,
dispointement was then evident.