thoughts

The more time passes, hours, days, months, years, you feel more and more distant, with emptiness in your heart, the feeling that you can no longer do anything, time is over, the world goes on, the days go on and so the world keeps turning and turning, like the cold breeze of the night, a solitary peace and behind it a melancholy, kept in a deep chest of fleeting, old, dusty and forgotten memories, you can no longer go back, but something makes you stop in time, and you want to stay there, with the comforting feeling of being safe, but looking around there is nothing left, there is no one, only memories remain, which will never return.