Asthenia part two

He decides to act now, and realized that mourning would only make things worse, but why should he mourn, and is it worthless to mourn….?
- Fuck it! I lost my balance, C’mon…you are so better than this, my mind is only mine, and only i can make things better, and who are you, second? How can you dare to tell me who i am, you don’t even know me…are you surprised? You don’t know nothing, this glow that you’ve put on you it’s so false, and i will rise over it so quickly. Again, YOU KNOW SHIT ABOUT ME!!! so treat me properly, or go away! Fuck it, i lost it again…mirror please tell me more, i am scared to tell this to myself, you can do this better..
- You don’t want, and i think you cannot face the truth..
- I can’t, but i want to
- Ok, you are weak, you won’t understand once it for all what you should have known so many years ago…
-I can’t even understand you know…
-You need to face yourself, you need to prove who you are, you need to make them know that you aren’t only a box of chocolate, one can use you, and one can eat you.
Then the glass broke, even, it went to far, He wasn’t a tool.He used to be, but not anymore.The use would only be usefull now, hopefully, but it’s it choice,and the LIPeater, would have to thank only with his past soul.His new soul would need to grow, without lies, without false impressions, and without past.
He thinks now about the thing that he cares…”was i so boring, how could i create this poster of myself? this half real, but half unreal avatar?”, but then he realised…”If you haven’t the patience to listen to me, you’re fault! I was here all the way, and i will be many years from now one, but you should be ashame, you wouldn’t even took a moment to know me.
His room started to shrink suddently, he realised that the escape is the only thing that can make him valuable.The north wall couldn’t keep his trace anymore, and the south….well the south wall should shine very bright, because it’s last grey shadows made him think that te wall don’t care about him..
He went outside….breathing again…believing again….hoping again…Dante was trying a hole new life now..
P.S. part one was created, but it will appear when it’s time will come.