Angel

I was stilling remember that time when we met each other

A small sitting on the beautiful beach with the tranquillity and spontaneous wind that plays with my hair is enough to make me go back to the past with all my beautiful ideas and others .

I sit alone in this white room, thinking about the past and the future, and most importantly, I think about the present, and I ask myself, how stupid I was when I loved a narcissistic person who does not care, does not take the initiative, and is selfish? But it's okay, life is experiences

In this semi-deserted place, there are no voices, only the sounds of my confused thoughts