Puzzle that I Destroy


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Still here, seated, helpless, my body lies on this soft bench. help arrives my mind is unexplored, a delirium, I see clear, insistent in me is the thought of the end. I compose my puzzle.

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Wonderful images come to my mind, the maternal affection, the smiles of those who love me. I break everything and I find myself happy. a beginning of depression? I do not know but now I’m fine.

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