pkok art

It was as if death had passed by me with a mocking smile. I had survived And that, in itself, was a kind of torture. My body still imposed its demands on me, while my soul had come to a standstill. My heart was still beating fast, but silently like a memory that cannot break free from the past.
And now that I am alive, what remains? To return once again to the repetition of days? To the same smiles that hold no meaning?
Nothing matters anymore, not even pain. Only numbness dictates itself to me, like a shadow that never leaves my side.

I'm an automation expert and a crypto newbie. I like working with technology and learning about digital money. In my free time, I enjoy watching anime.