Short Visit

Once again thinking about jumping, I feel the bones croak and the flesh takes heat, the dry mouth tries to warn there's no turning back, in the corner, a gaze from a peculiarly sober being, judges the repeated but improved context. The memories appear, the people, the words; the motives and the laziness erase everything, nothing is stronger than not feeling strong. The ideas appear, the side effects, the consciences; anxiety and illusion erase everything, nothing is weaker than old age. Once again arriving early, there are no warm walls, no dirty floors, no odors to mask. Once again leaving in stealth, once again thinking on the way that it would have been better not to jump, there won't be a next time, I tell myself once more, a short visit, time to forget.