Spring

Please, spring, come back.

Please, past, come back.

Please, you, come back.

I miss that time, that time when everything I did was good, when everything I did was successful, when… we were three. When she was with us. When i was happy all time… when I discovered the world.

In fact, I think I should have never open my eyes on this world.

Spring, come, and I will can see the light on this world. 

I want lot love everything I do like before, otherwise it sucks. I’m better than before, I know what I want and I know all ways going at my goal and I see the difficulties. It’s weird, never I was afraid, why now?