Semiology
Little notes and observasions about life in general.
Monday, December 20, 2004 :::
Crying alone.
I can't meet you anymore, I cannot see you anymore, I just cry for you and I just think I talk to you again. When you talk to me for the last time, I knew it was the last one, and it wasn't real, it wasn't imaginatine either.
I cannot help you, but I see you need help. I just cry for you because I know you are desperate for help. It's so unfair! Tears are just condensed emotions from my clouds of emotions.
I am just alone and I am free to cry, free to think and feel the sadness and sorrow of this world.
