THE ROOM

Sometimes time flies, without realizing it the days turn into weeks, the weeks turn into months and when you least expect it, a year has passed since your life became a whirlwind where all your disorders play and scream in your head while you try to understand how you ended up here. Today I am alone, with the light turned off and as my companions the paranoia and madness that creeps into my room, caressing my disconsolate soul and biting my neck while I listen to the whisper of a "join us" that makes me lose my senses once again, Becoming part of carnal choreographies that I never thought would include me forming scenes that even in my most perverse fantasies I was not able to glimpse, making me strip my clothes of sanity and dignity, leading me to the pleasure that causes that little hell which I myself have created. The accelerated beats of my heart no longer help me understand if what I feel is excitement or fear, today for me both feel the same, my senses are sharpened first and then become numb and dull, my skin bristles at every contact, my breathing becomes rhythmic and unrestrained, sweat runs down my back but I no longer know if it is cold or heat that is in my carnal being, if it is the heat of unconscious actions that should not be repeated or the cold of detachment and little interest in what I am doing and how little I care about these two creatures that every night invade me relentlessly and that I receive with open arms.