Loneliness is in everyone
The colors disappear and the lights go out. Nothing matters, nothing runs, everything I see remains there, intact. Like the furniture in my room, like the bed I'm lying on. It's not like it's the first time, it's not like it's the first time I feel emotions dominate me.
The pure white ceiling of my room makes me see nothing more than that. The internal screams will not carry out what I want. While I watch as time passes, while I think that nothing is involved, I can assume that loneliness is in everyone.
Although I see people with those faces, pure, hot ...
Loneliness is in everyone.
The impotence of my eyes observing how slow the clouds pass in front of me. And the mutual silence that remains around me.
My bed is no longer as comfortable as I found it ...
The wooden chair that was in my dreams was really nice. Because I was only there ...
I could be myself.
However, seeing through my window when the full moon descended through the heavens, my eyes closed little by little to sleep.
Desperate to dream again the same.
But another person was in the other corner of the aforementioned chair.
I thought it was going to be just mine.
But it was not just me anymore.
And it is that loneliness is in everyone.
