8 years ago, something just grow up inside of me. It was painfull, unique and magical. Nothing in my life was the same after that, not even myself. I spent so many hours thinking about what was going on inside of me, thinking about what was that, what was it for, but I got no answers to my questions. This thing inside of me stood alive for a long time, screaming, crawling, scratching until it gets to the most liquid, fragile and transparent surface of me, being seen by everyone. It was now where it wanted to be, on the tip of my fingers, on the reflection of my eyes, then, it just dissapears. I didn't knew why, not even for a second I knew why it was now gone. I remain quiet, back to normal, living the same, like a shadow in the dark, among a crowd that looked all the same. It was living like always again, no surprise, no joy, no nothing. But today, it woke up again.