I'm breathing and i'm going,going and keeping going and i don't know where I'm going,but I still keep going without stopping, without a word because I know that my silence is an answer.
And I go, I want to forget ,though not can ,because I want to see life also from elsewhere and it is so hard that not even know if I'm still myself.
I stop,I light a cigarette and pull smoke after smoke and I can't believe It;s me who brunt so much tobacco ,I stand-up and i keep going, though i still confused, I feel that I walk in the middle of the nowhere and at the end of the road is the infinite.
Believe me,i don't even know what was happening to me, i thought I don't care about me anymore , and I thought my mind just ran at you like always ,you never knew.
| 
Email this Short story
| 
Add to reading list
