Numb

Where once was life, now there shall be naught. Where once there was laughter, now there shall be silence. Apathy creeps up during your darkest hour, closing your eyes. There shall be no more feelings for the one who is numb. Such becomes the life of that which dies inside.

Considerations

Queima came and went. I didn't give a fuck. The parade came and went. I didn't give a fuck. This year I'd go on top of the car, take pictures with all those people and share stories about these 4 interesting years that went by. I didn't give a fuck. Now, weirded out by that strange condition, I started wondering and I came to a conclusion: I don't give a fuck. The man I once was has left the building. I can no longer see what he sees, even though we share the same eyes, for our minds took different paths at the critical crossroad every man happens across but a few times during a lifetime. About this, I do give a fuck.