The rian was pouring outside, made the city lonely and disconsolate.
Wind ran my window and carried the curtain in air.
I can see that the empty bench was left in the yard as if it had been deserded from the beginning.
Again, I was trying to take hold of the time.
But he disregarded me as usual.
Sun rise, sun set, day and night.
Dates line up in my doorway and ring my bell one by one, never late or absent.
Every year it grows harder to say "happy new year" to my parents, my dear friends and myself, as well as "Happy birthday".
Every day they change. The world. People.
Every time I find myself laying in bed with my eyes open, thinking nothing.
I was missing the good old days. I'm missing the past. I didn't like these days. I'm suffering now.
We are fellow-creature killed by the time.
We are hollow creature killing the time.