In this moment I can / want to sleep, I have a fever and stomach. After trying to sleep and fail here I am writing. Today
as some other nights feel that emptiness in my body, the absence of God and I'm afraid. I am afraid to think that there's not who I love so much.
I do not happen very often, this is the third time I feel that way. Sure, I've thought many times but these times are different, because it's like to feel my insignificance, as if my life were just a breath in time ... and is so short. This is one reason why I do not like the story, makes me think that I will become "the people of the late twentieth and early twenty-first."
Tonight I try to hold on to every second that I'm dying and I can not help questioning: What will become of me? What is the universe without me? I'm
afraid to know the answer.
My head spins and beginning to believe it's probably just the fever.
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