The beginning of his lamentable journey

The shelter was frozen from the blizzard last night. Currents of silver waves swimming in his head. He was tripping on the card-board chess. His name is Eduardo, from The Valley of southern Spain. A humble and decent fellow who swamped in the dark. A man who spent his whole existence fluctuating between questions and answers in the void of time. The voice of Zoltan, answering, Is this how you want to spend the rest of your life. Terry answers, grow up young boy, do t you have any shame? Be a man and stand up for yourself. Otherwise, you’ll have people stepping on you and will spend it in obscure allies of doubt. He started stammering and shivering in the face of the shadows of god. He was lost and delirious in the labyrinthine spiral lazer rolls around his thought. The whirl-pool of his hesitating emotions plunged him into the depth of the earthly sound. Instantly, He remembered his loved ones, especially his mother, his father and his dear brother and sister but not the other one! I cannot stand him and vice versa. The clock on his half painted wall is sending he her message. Belligerent and furious he has become. All his nauseating rage came boosting from the abyss of his smokey lungs.