One day, I will turn off these lights, open the door and move to the balcony, how can I stay here for this long, but not today. I miss everyone who stood with me, that flower that smiled at me in the middle of the night, those shining lights that had life, those beautiful thorns that never bloomed, the one that grew taller than me. Nobody knows where they are now, someday I’m going to meet them and see the broadness of life in them.
