No further words

No further words are better. I add only a further thought. Imagine who has been knowing you're sick and facing death for years and it isn't doing nothing just because all their interest is exactly your death. How could a similar individual be called like a legal tutor, parent or temporary administrator??! Imagine a dying man that all he wanted was live the rest of his days doing what he loves the most. Travelling, exploring, enjoying til his body allows him. What do these individuals deserve for these deprivations? They made me sick just to not realize what I said before. It's been happening for years, not months. I'd have been the happiest man in the World - with no regrets. They say: it was too late...it's too late. Surely, I could agree with you if it was really true. It's crossed a couple of years when they said me this assumptions on my health conditions. I am still alive and able to make some walks. Imagine if I was able to realize my dreams years ago...it wasn't too late. It was just realizable. Paid with my pockets, not yours. But ass fires, and excuses and limitations bear everyday to not allow me that. Everyday, there are new excuses that limit my pleasures and decisions. I hope God be your worst enemy every hell day of your life after my death. It will be your life's sentence. Every hell day you'll wake up, it will be a torment.

#sickness #illness #calvary #agony #misunderstanding