Stories of dimension and encounter

We''re not afraid of endings as much as we''re afraid of afterwards. The troubles of memories, the farewell of past days, attempts to skip and forget, and steps that burden with intractable questions and wishes, We are afraid of yesterday''s repercussions in our hearts, of those scenes that do not easily disperse our eyes, From the feeling of defeat and disintegration, we fear and exhaust human betrayals more than the remnants of their existence, We were exhausted by the betrayals of promise after we walked with unafraid heart confidence and indifference to the days and their ups and downs. We fear weakness, steps of dimension and absence, and things about yesterday shake our souls from the depths.