One of my bac students wrote the following article and asked for some feedback!!!

He felt smothered; he didn �t think of a word or an expression to describe what he already lost, He wrote a lot when he feels betrayed by unwilling words, trying to escape his schizophrenic logic. He smiled lightly fearing future and the cold nights beneath, a smile that revealed his yellow unperfected teeth, he felt the urge to smoke his days, and put off months of unachieved lust, the urge to remain youth, and live his dreams like there was no tomorrow, the urge to contain life and persons, and be the man he wanted to be...
At that time, many thoughts have already crossed his mind to the other side of undone wishes, and he didn �t know from where he had to start and whether or not he should do so, he was unsure about everything or almost, he didn �t like to think about it, but every time he stumble into that, to wake him up and bring him back to where he had already started. He knew that he was running into blank circles of pure doubt, and he knew that fear was consuming him; he was in denial, refusing any statement that shows him reality in big shiny letters. He came back to his nest like an orphan crow, not making eye contact with anybody, and for moments he understood that believing was a felony and he was somehow guilty not being the reflection of social illnesses like everybody else...

He didn �t regret what he is, but he wished salvation not even knowing from what, or from whom, and between all those contradictory inquisitions, he sighed. All he saw was clear grey and dirty white, and beyond the bigger image, he couldn �t see more, he hummed a song, playing with his keys in a way to forget colors and images, and to reconnect with world and people, and subjects that refer to real persons and feelings..

He entered his home, he checked his mailbox, there was nothing but dust filling up that space, and he smiled sarcastically saying something he couldn �t understand. He continued walking to the living room, he wanted to change the decor and make it more cheerful, he stopped for while not knowing where to go, he stood like a tree with his 6 �1" looking at his messy house.."the maid have forgotten to come by" It didn �t matter too much from him, he preferred not to think of anything for a moment, it will spare him permanent headaches at night, he put on the TV, just to be aware of what people do in his absence..2mn...4mn ,he put it off throwing the remote control in a random way, he felt like writing something cheerful, he searched a pen to satisfy that sudden desire, he thought of an appropriate title to start words he didn �t have, that desire fainted even more rapidly than the first, and he finally surrendered to his very fertile imagination. It was already 5AM, and it was Monday, and for some reasons he didn �t care, he woke up not knowing when he had slept, and he became to think that all he saw was nothing but bitter nightmares. It was indeed confusion, he walked to his bed to complete what he have started promising himself to be more social in the next hours.

"Where to live?" was his question of the day, and it was tricky to answer, it was even harder to think about it, at least for him, and he wished if someone has already resolved that charade, to get to the answer and shut the mouth of his unsatisfied consciousness and let him feel lighter and most of all smarter, he slept like a baby, with no ideas left in his mind, he slept wishing nothing but good luck...He slept dreaming of dices and wheels of fortune, and most of all full houses.