letter one.
an empty house.
the floor is cold,
only me ,and the walls.
i'm 18,just like 17,but older.
everything changes,but is does not.
hours or years?

an empty bed,
noone's soul lies down.
thoughts blindly walk around.
stupid words should be written here.
running to the end, what will you say?
what will i say?

shadows and sounds.
no wine ,no beer, less smoke.
everything changes,
life to death,
your smiles to sadness ,
kisses to distance,
love to words.

a child ,with your eyes,and your voice,
asked if you're going to come.
i never found the answer .

i'll spend the night this way,
like many others, but different.
turn the fucking light off.