This is a reflexion aboutn my currently feelings:
Alone, small word that make inside of you a big and dark hole of empty,
The tears are not enough to cure this pain and sorrow of living in a lonely place.
Why we cannot inspire until our lumbs explote?
Why we cannot exprire until our lumbs desapear?
I am burning my days while the time is counting. Alone
Is that loneliness forever?
In crowded places is when I can feel deeply my loneliness.
Are we lonely in an endeless world.
Are you there faith?
Are you incrieasing my mood until desapear from this world lonely?
Thanks