Friend.

 One day, I will see myself in a way I never expected to see and walk the memories and remember that year with tears and look at me one more time and tell myself it was not your fault. The question would have come anyways What Now? But, sure not this soon. Then I would open that photo album, and look my perfect self and remember the life which I lost, then slowly I will move to those steps where I spent most of my time and will look deep into those two trees with my feline friend. I know she will be there. We both used to look far beyond those trees. 

Long breath.

 I'm in my thirties, but I still feel I'm 16, I can see everyone ending their life getting married or beginning. Whatever it is I still feel like there is something more to life like walking alone with both hands in the pocket, taking deep breaths, dreaming and looking straight till we find a curve to find the unknown.

An Old Song.

Where did she go? Would I ever find her again? My eyes will search for every time, but world is too crowded, maybe someday she will find me, because I can go anywhere but where?

Fading

 I wish I could get used to what I've got here, living this way, making plans which is nowhere my reach, still pushing hard, there is nothing left I must do, it's that sometimes we need to disappear from the room we are locked in. Someday, I will.