I like to waste time,watch movies,think,and write.

Is it just me?

Then I like to get up,tie my shoes,look at the sun and let the wind embrace my body.

Is it just me?

I get melancholic,in big bars,in crowded places.

Is it just me?

The time goes by,and there’s this emptiness in all those faces.

Is it just me,who likes to be quiet?

Is it just me who stays the same in all that change?

Sould I get up,wear the red dress,try not to look strange?

Who knows,maybe I wasn’t like that the whole time.

Maybe my friends know better the soul that is mine.

Sometimes all I need to know  is why.

Why  there’s only darkness in my -once perfect blue- sky.