and you left without saying anything ... knew what you were indispensable for me but yet, leave a void in my soul as great as the love you profess ... devotion with which you worship ... the darkness of the night alone compared with the black of my conscience that gnaws my mind and frightens me even more whipped body ... atrophied and the wounds left by the shackle that keeps me in this loneliness that overwhelms me, bewilders me, me me self-conscious and even deeper into this hell that I have imposed without the slightest mercy ... only four words have left me a fleeting piece of paper, every day more damaged, illegible every night but more ... as faded as your presence, as confusing as your past, my future as uncertain as ... only four words and nothing else ... "Find me when you are free" ... 
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