After months without saying a word, I thought I could make an effort to write something here. Sometimes I have some reflection moments and words start popping in my head like tiny points of light.
So, this morning I received a phone call from my dad, he was about to leave his house to pick me up at mine. I already had everything packed in my bag and I just stayed watching tv like I always do. My mom left, she went to visit my grandmother, she left before I wake up, I've only sensed her kiss on my cheek and I fell to sleep again. Curious woman she is, she can be so kind and generous or a bitch without a reason. I love her anyway. I was carefully choosing the book I wanted to read while I was in his place, but then, I saw an empty space in my bookshelf and I thought "The Sorceress can't be alone in here", I picked up "The Necromancer" because I believed it would be a good company. "What can be a better company for a Sorceress then a Necromancer? Well, "The Magician" or "The Alchemist" would have been, but those will be travelling with me."
Half an hour later he arrieved. His upset and poorly wrinkled face gave me nightmares. He was almost 52 years old and yet he dressed like he have been dressing this way his whole life. Fisically he looked like he was around 40 years old, psychologically, he was 80. He says terrible things about anyone who seems different. I hate him, I can't stand him, his stupid conversations, his belief that the world his focused in him.
This day passed like every other day and today nothing special happened. I'll try to come back tomorrow to write some more.