The snow is here and I was not there. Yeah. I was not there to enjoy it. I was not there to think about how to make it hot for my return home (which home?) Tonight. I was not there to light candles cinnamon and ginger. To prepare apple pies and hot soups.
came the snow and I was somewhere else.
Why all this is happening to me? Really I deserve all this suffering? I was really a terrible person? And because I only need to examine their conscience? Why do I only need to change? Why my every gesture, word, action has been Interpret in the most negative and destructive as possible?
I was accused of having spent their lives to attack. But now they are being attacked by everyone and all alone ... who stands up to scream in my defense, "yes. but maybe ...".
Yesterday, the intersection of the dark night coming down fast in Milan, I felt the loneliness unoversale deep. With the cars that passed me full of happy people, maybe. With the clatter of the tram as I waited for mine. Looking up a sky without stars. I know what it means to be alone in the world.
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