After 10 months isolated on my room thinking about the universe and myself. Relationships crysis, fighting with all pain as a lonely wolf.
The deep silence. A world of darkness and the unique way to see yourself. I'm in the mirror with the my black soul between the life and death. The obscurities of a world like a limbo. The silence is the unique way to communicate deeply with myself, each echo thinking create a big universe of multiples personalities, alter-egos swapping at each moment. In one moment I cry, in other I smile and... in some way, the unique exit successful seems be suicide. But, I'll continue fighting lonely with my forces as a lonely wolf without your gang until win.
Keep your mouth closed, continue your overthinking until search yourself.