Flowing along the streets partaking in the human river that daily invests itself into the struggle of life, I walk on my life’s pathway. It is not easy, but I am still hanging on. I can feel the loneliness surrounding everything around me. It shuts all doors and windows creating a prison. If I happen to see anything around me, it is not enough to invoke a feeling of loss inside me. I do not want to see because there is no point in filling my mind with irrelevant pictures. At this moment and time I am lonely, regardless. There is no one capable of offering me a hand on this difficult path. Since that moment of my crazy truth, I lead my life in a necessary self-imposed exile. Time is irrelevant to me. I just flow in it indifferently.
Tomorrow has lost its magic. It exists simply because it
