This story speaks with many voices. Voices of those who exist in a fake world of human hypocrisy and experience all the pain of rejection every day, only because they are different. Why people, for all their supposed humanity, are so afraid of those who differ? We wave briskly with our flags of humanism and equality, but in fact are too afraid to change anything. Why are we so deaf to each other? Can we love someone more than ourselves? Are we capable of keeping the feelings that stand above prejudice and public opinion, regardless of the circumstances, if only because of the freedom that for each of us lies in the ability to forgive and to admit our mistakes?
How hard it is to find the strength to apologize? How difficult to choose words in return for everything that can’t be returned? How long can we wait for an answer just for the sake of it? How hard and unbearable it is to look into the void of solitude, hoping that at least one day someone will be able to speak your language...
There’s no going back, mistakes do not matter anymore, but the aftertaste keeps haunting you. The last words must be said before you forget everything.
How hard it is to find the strength to apologize? How difficult to choose words in return for everything that can’t be returned? How long can we wait for an answer just for the sake of it? How hard and unbearable it is to look into the void of solitude, hoping that at least one day someone will be able to speak your language...
There’s no going back, mistakes do not matter anymore, but the aftertaste keeps haunting you. The last words must be said before you forget everything.
