She Wanted

She wanted to speak, but she believed in the sanctity of the words. She remained silent.
She wanted to love, but she believed in sanctity of platonic love. She remained unloved, in pain.
She wanted to see, but she doubted the colors. She remained blind.

Big Loneliness in a Small World

The more my trip got longer, the lonelier I became. This small city enveloped me in such a solitude that once a small issue now became a major one. Today, I suffer a lot from big loneliness in my small world. As loners do laugh on their own in public, tonight I prefered tears. I cried in a public mean on my way "home."

A Big Bleeding Heart in a Small City

Today I saw a man in the underground which reminded me of my ill father. He was a middle-aged man with dark features.Contrary to my father, his body didn't show any evidence of an illness. His appearance had nothing to do with my father's, but still I kept on believing that he looked exactly like my father. The man was a loner like me, I thought. A few minutes later he justified my first thoughts of him. He was smiling alone. Lonely hearts do that quite often. I know. He smiled alone in the crowd of the train a couple of times. Sadly, it was my time to get off the train.

I looked at him once again.I said good-bye to him.

I said good-bye to my father.

Forever.