Jaume Cabra. I confess (№ 372300)

Sometimes I feel the Ferris wheel. One minute on top of the world, and the other on the bottom. Like white and black stripes of life. I was everywhere and nowhere. With everyone and anyone. Seen a lot, and nothing. Felt pain and pain. Own inferiority and ugliness. Failure to take and to give anything but negativity. In this world it happens, what not to see.