And here I am, in the border of life and death, groveling a dream about something I wish I had and barking the past that haunted me every time dark comes. I will be damned if I am going to lie about that, a bittersweet of course, but perhaps it is the only way to embrace the past and the dream to define something we called crawl to survive. It is impossible but nothing wrong to try something impossible and as long as no one get hurt…
