He tells classic stories about life. He wrote down every word that came to mind. It is stated only on a piece of paper. He let what was left unsaid continue to be buried. The prayer has been said. Until he was tired he kept his feelings. The clock ticking continues. Turn on the silence to stay awake. Luckily the candle never went out. Thank you to those who accompany you. From outside the window, he saw the moonlight reluctant to leave. As if watching those who are alone. Tonight, he learned to respect himself. Feelings that have been lied to. Don't know if he's in pain. I talked with him, I have many stories and I haven't had time to tell them all. In the end, every story will find happiness. But before being happy, storms always hit and hit without stopping. And we, just need to get through it by trying.
