At nightfall, with headphones and head down. I don’t care what others say, why they smile. I don’t care. Let me go hand in hand with my loneliness (which, perhaps, is as big as theirs), so I am as her we are not interested in the slightest air of happiness that pass we by. Maybe all these joy is even apparent, but until today tiredness prevents me from playing and pretending which I haven’t as they have. There are days when the best we can do is stay in home. And yet there is always something that bothers us…
by Liliana Farinha