People talk, I can’t hear them. It’s not the sounds that don’t reach me, it’s the words that my brain can’t understand, the code which I’m unable to unscramble. I’ve known the language all my life, but I can’t focus. Obsession may be what troubles me. It’s just one voice I can truly hear, though I can’t be sure if even that one I get the meaning. Obsession has that problem, reality may become something which it’s not. It wouldn’t be my first time suffering from that decease. I hope I’m not sick again. The thing is I know I am. The music is playing again and again. I feel in a kind of catatonia state. Nothing really matters, because the world doesn’t has much sense without your words.