Just sin in your bed.. and re-live.. your day. Get from work as tired as you can be.. but yet you can't sleep. You close up in your room without wanting to talk to nobody. So you just stay there.. looking at the roof of your room, while the whole day is repasing through your brain.. automatically.
You feel so tired in everyway.. emotional, phisical, mentaly, but yet, you can't allow to complain.. cause complaining is wrong. You know that the very next day.. you will be doing the same thing as today. Same boring persons, same boring town, same boring things. For a short and brief moment you imagine yourself living in another city, doing other things.. and just for the thought of it.. a brief grin and a drop of happiness fills your old empty sad soul.
I see the start that are outside of the window.. and yet I feel as lonesome as I can be. No mother, no father, no sister, no brother, no friends.. just old me and my bed in my room. Everyone is an ocean, a vast sea of problems in wich we drown ourself everyday bit by bits.
I hope one day to find just the right person that can save me from my ocean of sad thoughts.. the ocean of emptiness.. one day is all I say one .. day.
