Life as a ball

Life turns as ball without a sense, it goes and it recommences. Nothing is right nothing is wrong, everything returns to that which it was in the beginning, as much as we run from the spectre of a past life, it haunts us in the shadows projected in the sidewalk, entering the thought and sinking it’s mark in the saddest of souls.

I go back to the beginning of all to walk the past in a wave of pointless (meaningless) memories, I let myself sunk to immediately appear at the top of the highest mountain, I will be master of all resources, nothing will make me go back. I am willing to walk the world of loneliness, I prepare the thought and heart, soul and spirit for this journey.