I guess I should have known from the start. 

Chapter 13 is just never going to end. I thought I could make a fresh start out of the fire of hate when it hadn´t still faded, when the wind is still blowing on the ashes. 

When the salt is not yet solid, the blood still finding a way to burst again at its own will. The familiar feeling comes back and fills you up with all the strength that you knew it had.

Back to square 1. Ground zero. 

I miss the calm soft touch of love. Just pure, gentle. I miss having my dreams, one day they went away and left me here alone. A poor man´s version of a poor man´s body.

I wish I could find a crack in the stone, slip though it and never come back.

No train, no fucking light at the end of a life that is no longer mine.