One Day

Certain day, initially normal, walking for the corridors I on the inside feel an enormous emptiness, eye in return and perceive the solitary quo I lived and I did not perceive. feeling this frustrating sensation for trying to find and more answers more, I take myself to think it that I need something that did not need before, something much more uncommon of what all the remaining portion that one day already I needed. It does not matter how much time that you will go to live, always you will always and need something, and this something always will be moving throughout the time, if advancing perhaps. Leaving the corridors entering in a clear and ventilated room I sit down, several and some people, calling my name, and wanting to speak with me. All with some problem, however I would not have nobody to escultar them as. More exactly with this agitation of morning beginning, I continue feeling itself alone. To the point to pass hours of extreme solitude and frieza in the look, when passing of the hours I remember the things that wanted to have done and I did not make from fear, and thought with same me if this fear to make was exactly what I needed to have made pra today I not to feel a solitude inside of me. Relembro of everything what I did not make, words not said, only imagined, texts written the hand and played in the garbage, oh rich garbage in words, if I could myself I brought again for me.

But he was not of that I needed, dull words that only wrote I them. I always was sincere, I very doubt little that I teja fear of saying something to some person. Or he will be that nor always I was sincere? Being confused. I ask for to the professor who I go to pass a time I am of the room because he would be passing badly, it then I agree and he allows me. But that badly I would be passing? You doubt now had become exterior pains that can use them as reply to one badly to be? Now I fulled myself of more you doubt, I come back to the corridor that I started to feel the solitude and emptiness, and appears another one doubts, why to feel an emptiness when entering in this corridor? I think a little and I remember, it was not words that lacked to say to me from fear, was not words and texts played in the garbage made that me in such a way badly, was acts, remembered all my moments here in this empty corridor, how many outbursts of laughter, how many kisses, how many good souvenirs I had passed there, in this place so. so. Mine. Credit: Apple -2011. That now I cannot call it mine, I have certainty that almost this place belongs to another person, another sortuda living the best moments of its life without perceiving. As I wanted to come back in the time to only give an advice to me, to always use to advantage the good moments because they will not go to come back another time.