Today I am like an empty shell.
All I am is bone and tissue, moving at articulations.
Commuting from one place to another without any unnecessary effort.
Wihtout any grace or expression.
My heart is heavy and immobile.
Hope is just a theory.
I weep my youth. How foolish I was to always reach for the unreachable, and ignore the wonders that were within my reach.
I was offered a banquet of fresh fruit, but I let them all rot on the table, without even tasting them.