I am one of many... I am the chair, the table where we used to eat, the kitchen we shared our cooking experiences, the walls which heard so many of our stories. I can still feel your warmth down your back, your soft skin, your sweet perfume.
Walking down the street in this cold wheather, no one listens nor cares about your existence. They just go by you, in a hurry, struggling with their own lives, hoping they will get somewhere warmer than out here, in this warfield, we lie ourselves and call it home. Everyone tries to reach out and everyone fails miserably. We search for love in our phones, our cars, our petty games or movies and we fail to understand we are already lost.
There is no tomorrow as well as there is no yesterday. It is only a road which you have to go on and try to find its trully end. It is a lonely path, where some will come and others will leave, but in the end, you will have the final words: "I did it!"
I am one of many... I am the sidewalk we used to walk when we held hands, the fence we leaned on when we kissed, the light which will forever light our hearts.
Late is simply late
