dark night Is no more than 10 Pm and already i feel the need to stop, call of the day. It seems strangely harsh, intolerable perhaps. I will dare not make the next move before the night has the same face I do, deadly pale that is. Although i saw her tonight, stayed alone just the way I liked, everything from the past, could not fit this time. It is probably she, and her new and despicable aptitude. I liked her before, but the time start to wondering has come. Did she loved me, did I ever love her back, is there something yo fight for, or just a costume to put apart. Nonetheless here I am sad and tired as tree, wishing not be the coward I have always been.