what carrodes me

I appear and disappear, I leave and return. I turn around halfway, I turn back almost at the end of the journey. I turn my back on my expectations, I flee from my possibilities, locking myself away; forcing myself to feel everything. Suffocating under a smoke that sweats to disappear; it monopolizes the space granted to it only to find its freedom. I block its path, until I become dizzy, trying to escape. I consume what corrodes me, or what corrodes me consumes me.