Words
appear
on the paper
meaningless
and shallow
without a
thought
without a
care
about the
meaning of life
I remember
my old friends
although I
have not
seen them
in years
Thus they
only exist
in my
memories
and in
dreams
The
twilight outside my window
tells me
that
morning has passed
Just like
the years
that have
gone by
without a
warning
forever
lost
forever
vanished
five of
them
and many
more
I have lost all hope of
keeping track of them
After a
while
working
I forgot
why
I was writing this down
