Feeling lonely.

I just needed to say the words...

It's not that I am really obsessed about things or loneliness, I just can't stand this things no more.

I am all alone, I remember people who were around me, when I was not. And that is hard to feel, 'cause even now I seek for myself knowig I am a lone person.

And soon I will recover my reality, my force ad strenght.

Now I just do Think that being lonely is not that bad. It is just that, not bad. I feel missing, I feel sorry, I feel things, that's all!

Maybe one day I'll rest my mind upon something really warm. But will I be calm? Will I rest? What is this unquiet feel?

I am overwhelmed, overwhelming, and lost; and then again, found.

Soon, I will remember, soon I will forget. But I just wanted to have someone, not me, to hold on to: everyone. But what if I get tired of it?

What...

That is foolish, and dumb, but it sure is me.

I thought I didn't need to be me to be... I just wanted to be.

Will someone let me be?

And if they let, will they let beside of me?

I love, I hate, I don't care. I am scared of myself sometimes. Profoundly scared.

Let me be. Let me be me. Let me be me, but be you with me. I love thee. Feeling out of my mind, in the middle of the night, but it is morning yet, and this soon I find myself moaning already.

Difficult! But soon it will pass, and dead I will return to my wounded land. Go ahead! Let go, let go of these things, but hold them inside, but follow your path. Even if it is alone.