I don’t want more days to see the same old sun that burns my conscience and fires up my soul with the same old arguments of love and hate, of life and death, of light and darkness. I always knew that my secure limit was in the shadows, where no one can see me or touch me and feel what I was suffering, inside, outside, everywhere. I never want to bring them back, but all my memories where always there with me, between every one of my decisions. I never wanted to live, but my blood was always there running through my veins and giving me some kind of “life”, the mercy of de worst mistake of God’s creations; me.