We all live few lifes; we are one, two or more persons at the same time; we love somebody, miss someone else, kiss other lips and give hopes to another one; we are so divided that we no longer have ahead a straight way, but we walk planless through our own dark labyrinth of desires. Our solitude’s comfort solely lies in our ignorance.
We are who we’ve never dreamed to become, we are what we constantly deny to be. Even though, we have to remember who we were to figure out what we want to be.