Depression on my left, Loneliness on my right.
How did you find me here?
They empty my pockets of any joy I had been carrying there. Depression even confiscates my identity; but he always does that.Then Loneliness starts interrogating me...He asks if I have any reason to be happy that I know of. He asks why I am all by myself tonight, yet again... He asks me where I was the night I turned thirty, and why things have gone so sour since then.
Depression has a firm hand on my shoulder and Loneliness harangues me with his interrogation.
I don't want to let them up the stairs to my apartment, either, but, I know Depression, and he's got a billy club, so there's no stopping him from coming in if he decides that he wants to.
Loneliness is going to make me sleep with him again tonight, I just know it.
*Extracto del libro Eat pray love. Elizabeth Gilbert. Pág. 47.
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