Ok, here I am again.
Today I have nothing to say or talk about.
Just like an empty house where all you can find is sadness, darkness, and this silence.
I can hear my voice’s echo, running inside my head, without a destination, without a clear purpose. From a side to another.
Eventually, I can fell some thoughts crossing my mind. But nothing important. Something about my work or my daily routine. Something I have to do, or something I’ve never done before. Some dream I used to have before, but not anymore, or a dream that I keep feeding. Maybe a new dream, maybe not.
Ok, just a few words today. By the way, I’m writing in English, so this few words could be not enough.