As we live longer, we lose the capacity to love when we were young. We gather, drink, and have fun, going in and out of more and more advanced places, and in the night where the light is intertwined, we throw ourselves into the torrential rain, hoping to find a little fire in our hearts. But he was extinguished, and the lost youth was gone forever. I'm still looking for the ability to love, the pleasure of the body, the blind date of the skin, but I can't break the monster called ego that closes the world between people.
That self, whenever I wanted to express my love, he showed up and pulled me back into the dark corners. I'm also used to being pulled back by him. I do not know since when, he devoured me. I think about everything for myself. At the same time, sadness, loneliness, and at a loss as to what to do, have long been as tight as the night, swallowing and burying me, and I can no longer feel any breath of life except numbness.
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