Literature
last thoughts
You know? Those days i thought that destiny was unalterable, i thought that we didn't have the power to oppose faith.
Ten years have passed; time has left it's marks on me, on my body knelt in front of thousands of wishes and hopes written on autumn leaves. you were right, they wilted quickly leaving me in a heavy tune.
...
now i know. the destiny we write it ourselves, we cannot erase the mistakes, we can only draw one way out.
It took me ten years to realize, too late now ... I do not have paper enough to draw myself a door to escape the tale i wrote.