I am not a devoted person. I have no faith. I believe that I was made and born by chance.
That there was no master plan behind it. I was born alone and I will die alone.
I came from dust and to dirt I´ll return eventually.
And those are my only two certainties as long as I live and breathe.
It is daunting to live your life this way, to live your days and nights like this but I have no choice.
In all my years there is no proof to prove me wrong.