Your silent scream

Everything that has a beginning has an end. So the cause of death is life itself. Had you never been born, you would not die; would you never have known this fine line? Do you truly know, then? Have you learned?

The cause of your happiness is your unhappiness, your silent scream buried in the noise that consumes you. You were here. No one heard you; the tears of a little girl crying in some corner of the world wet your heart.

You have to go. You will understand that everything ended in you and began in you. This apocalypse will break over your head.