Κυριακή 25 Μαρτίου 2012

Man.

What are the people? Just few lonely human beings trying to servive from their own destiny.....What we are? 

Letter to a man....
Who are you? Why I am with you? Which uncertainties I'm trying to fullfil? From where I'm trying to escape....? From my past? From my own destiny? If you want to call it so....then do it.... Man. 

Why I want to be with you? Where is my personal life? What personal life? Where is the inspiration and the hapiness of the previous minutes.... 

That's why I'm writting here.... cause  I don't expect any sort of answers..... Honestly, I have already answered to those questions..... You are not coming from somewhere that I don't know how is to live there.... 

I sank to my own deep sadness.... I don't follow noone.... I don't want noone to my lonely trip down to earth with me.....If I have to share the sadness i will do it with myself. I want you to be happy. Man. Your name is Hugo.

Somewhere somehow there were people. People who could understand you.... now you start losing them. Choices.... options... alternatives.... it doesn't matter.... I'm not in the mood to define words.... i don't want them....I feel sad and i declare it.... I feel lonely and I declare... no matter how many you are, no matter how many faces I have... it doesn't matter.... I feel lonely.....Lonely than ever.... I feel abandonned......

I feel but i have not feelings..... how this can be possible... I have no feelings.... I don't want to have tears, fears.....Overcome, overpass..... that's how tears dissappear.... 

That was a sunday, sunny afternoon....