in a while I will be certain, but for now I'm trying not to fall into depression, I do not know why but I get to stay in the middle of the possibilities, neither too high nor too low, it works itself I just need to wake up in the morning and sleep at night, the day I spend time dreaming it would be nice to live easily, but everything is hard, soil, time, departure, anxiety, I'll happily in the same place, a small space somewhere in my brain, I can rest in the midst of uncertainty, a quiet time before and after the tumult, the passions are unleashed, the opening of the deep desires, I lost in the jungle of the bodies, will I get to find the path that goes well, it's a challenge that is beyond me, I often pray to Mary for her grace she gives me, then I undress to find the empty, the human is always balanced between the opening and closing, it may decide to go straight, it would be too easy, life is difficult,