Decades without songs

The morning of the Friday I was walking around my hopeless, because the ideas of my life was broken and cracked. The friends, lovers, teachers, family or whatever relationship of my life were submerging in the deception.

Yes, I hope so much of the people, yes, I wait a lot of time with a desire. But, there are a little of pleasure when you are waiting and hoping, because you can see all the things, all the people, all of all, with distance, you can take a special place inner your self and a unique roll with others; maybe the distance is a quality to be far and far… and the people around could see you like a crazy or exaggerated woman, in my case, for example, or perhaps, you can take a place of deeply knowledge of wisdom, frequently boring, but now, I can tell that I understand of the truth in my life…

I’m alone.. without songs, without colors, without hope and less of the desk of imagines of love or braves, I’m alone without god, without light.

Just, it decades of me.