snow

 

 so empty and not capable of fill with love again.

there must be something in the way i feel

 

can't take it, can't imagine.

i don't want to participate in any of this.

 

 

the problem was, she had a little black book

 

nothing really matters, not even today, no matter how hard i try.

i don't want anything. i don't need to experience anything more.

i felt good things. i felt bad. i felt love, i felt passion.

i don't want to be a part of this world, amongst people.

i don't fit and this does not suit me. 

i'm all alone again. and i will be till the end of my (hope short) days.