"Damon, hopelessly alone in the construction of his being"

Fragment..

Sometimes I feel like I live between two realities. One that I live while being awake and the other one while being asleep. It doesn't matter which reality I'm living in, nor the state in which I find myself.

I know very well that we don't have a preset purpose.

I don't have to reach the brink of drowning nor the limits of death to consider myself a simple human being, tediously persistent in the search for something that doesn't exist.

(This is a short text from the last book I wrote)