Melancholy consumes him; something that arrives without warning or signal, that simply appears and does not appear to have an exit, the answer is distant and lost. In the midst of so many thoughts, there is nothing to speak and nowhere to go, I swallow you like a devourer of worlds, there are no words that can describe such thoughts, the scars are lived and clear, and the wounds do not stop appearing, after every fall or loss, you do not know how to react or face, just feel.