I was always a lonely boy ... nothing has really changed in that ... I'm still alone after all this time.
grew up among books at home and imagination. Mom and Dad isolated from my world ... My brother ... great all giants, seen from the floor ... I liked walking on the floor was cool, was a map ...
I began to be sociable too big ... I lived not so much a teenager.
But the friends are gone ... and is a vacuum, and again to meet as usual ...
pastimes, few ... look, listen, imagine ...
Only think I can be alone forever terrifies me ... there are things I do not like sharing ... and things I want to share and can not be.
like walking ... I've always walked alone ... sometimes in the evenings, to balance the railroad tracks ... sit on a stool in an empty street ... run counter to meet with the lights of the cars.
share many things I do not know ...
spoke to myself, no one here ...
me scared to be alone long.
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