Just it.

You know?
Sometimes it`s hard...
Sometimes it`s fukin hard!!
Manytimes I feel all weight on my back...
All time on my head.

The sun is not so hot anymore,
It doesn`t burn my face....
Almost all the time it`s just striking cold.

Come on...
I do not feel this,
All this words are a boring lie.
It`s just something what comes to my mind in different times, from any way.

The sun doesn`t hurt me,
but confort me not...
It just gives me the shape of the things,
sometimes it just blinds me though.
Actually, the sun doesn`t fuck matter...

What about the moon??????
There is a long time that I don`t look up to the sky...
Maybe because I don`t have any reasons for doing that anymore...

It`s a lie again...
I don`t need any reason for looking around,
Loking up, and down.
I just look. I just see.

I believe everything that I jot down.
I believe that, in the end, each word would exprees what I feel
But, really in the end, I realize that I can`t explain what I think, feel...
I always continue my jorney though,
and I write and just put down my ideas,
my feelings at moment.
Even in the end feelings no longer exist...
Although really in the end every word become a lie
on a paper, in a present
from an unspecific past...
in my mind.