After all these cold, winter days, sun finally decided to give us the pleasure, and people like the ants crept out to the streets, all that happy people, with their smiling faces... It was one of those days when you can feel the joy in the air…
On my face there is no smile anymore, it disappeared, it passed away, somehow... It passed away and gave the place to empty look... And where I should looking? In future?... What future? Sometimes i think that i envy to the people who are happy, or who at least pretend they are... I even can't pretend anymore!
Alone... between these four walls... which narrow day by day and which are taking me an air.
Alone... even beside careful calls of friends... beside a book which can't wait to be read... Alone while the pill is carefully sinking into my belly, carefully like it knows that there is no cure for this my sickness...
Alone... while i am looking raindrops on window... drops which every time attempt to wash off everything what is impossible to be washed…
Alone... i am looking for the truth, and every time when i am near it, it flies away, like it knows that it can kill me.So alone… like nobody else… and it is my future… I don’t need such future! Loneliness is taking away every my thought… to incorporate it in all this blackness… and it is killing me…