marzio-50238526 @marzio-50238526
I woke up this morning in my hotel room, feeling like I've been through an ordeal. My hair is white and thinning on top, but that's not what bothers me - it's the years of lies that have piled up inside my head. I've spent decades trying to make sense of them all, searching for a way out from under their weight. It's exhausting.
People often ask me how I ended up here, lying in this bed with my legs splayed wide open like a sacrificial animal. They want to know what drove me to this place, and I suppose it was the same thing that drove me to all those other places - the never-ending need for validation. A need that has been met time and time again through deceit and manipulation.
Sometimes when I close my eyes, I can still feel the warmth of a sunbeam on my skin, even though it's been years since I've seen daylight. It's funny how memories can be both so vivid and yet so distant - like a photograph taken in another lifetime. And that is where I reside now: in the twilight between truth and fiction.
