I am there, in the shadow of my feelings. I am afraid to acknowledge them, to let them outside. I think it would be a better idea to get them in chains, to get them drowned into my ancestors tears. I have been here waiting for redemption. Instead, I received love...I was here waiting for signs... Instead, I received only tenderness. I have always been waiting for something, for someone. I have never thought about maybe I was waiting for myself. To become, to be... Maybe, someday I will receive what I am waiting for. Waiting...the most disturbing state.