Started Bleeding 8 Days Before Period

Endless Sorrow The remaining hours of the days remaining two windows

These days I do not want to be done of late. But the evenings are inevitable. I leave the office and the hours are not completed. The void is deeper these days not just endless. That vacuum irreplaceable, that makes me refuse to embrace the people that love me, that makes me look out the windows looking for what is not, that void I anesthesia. I continue. I have to learn to continue. There I go, without much strength. In these days do not want anyone else to tell me this will happen because I do not want to happen. I do not want the days pass. I do not want to forget. It hurts to think that everything will become a memory. I cry in front of computers or in front of the bathroom mirror. Sadness consumes me and makes me slow. The deception at times, but not for long. Daily irremediable comes late to announce that the day is not yet finished. I leave work and people moving in all directions makes me dizzy. I do not feel my feet. The gap is even deeper. I close my eyes when I road the subway to the apartment. And when opened as usual. My breathing becomes forced because the air is not enough to empty both. Arrive nights that never end. Is imminent. These days do not end easily. I open the door of the apartment with little minds and then I turn to rotate with the key lock. I turn on the light. The night has just begun. José Roberto Coppola