"It's hard to get lost. It's so hard that I'll probably find quickly a way to find myself, even if finding myself is again the lie I live by."

— Clarice Lispector

I felt the rain fall on my skin fervently, drop by drop, trying to cleanse and soothe my soul, even if it was already too late for me.

The street was completely deserted, only the failing lights of the streetlamps and the moon illuminated my path.

No cars at all. No people. No distractions.

I leaned my hands on the small protective wall, and carefully climbed onto it. The rain made it a little slippery, but my shoes were non-slip, giving me the enough balance needed to stand upright. I lifted my head, feeling the water run down my face and body, and my mind was immediately carried back to the beginning of everything....

The beginning of my end.