HEADLESS

New York City. I was wandering around museums, when I met him. Headless. Sometimes life seems to talk about you. Think about what happened to this statue: he has been made integrally, a beautiful boy with a very intriguing look. But time passed and a little crack has opened his head, slowly but faster and faster, this one is grow and the head has come off. He no longer has a brain now. How many times obsessive thoughts, fear, worry, people with misconduct, problems, substance abuse or alcohol literally make you lose your head? I felt so many times like that statue.