We are lonely because we are forced to live the way we do not want to, we hope to find our own destination rather than the cliché speech that comes up every day.
As if we can not count how many joys, how many sadness, measure their length, width, quietly classified it into each corner, divided for all.
If you can count the lonely is good. The long and long days that rounded up only the deadlock, frustration and want to hide, to find out why not dare brave face with pain or loss, do not dare to grow up scared to stumble and get hurt.
Many of us still talk about loneliness as a habit, or as a way of compromising with life, by feeling helpless when it is subjected to the time, the story, the person more than half of them make us tired. Looking at life to see things go too fast and I just want to slow down. In the midst of the crowds, only a warmth passed through the hands.
