" And I can't face the evening straight
And you can't offer me escape
Houses live and houses speak
If you take me there you'll get relief
Believe, believe, believe, believe..." - (Radiohed)
It is dark. The only thing I can see is your shadow in my memory.
It is your smile that makes me scream.
And your bright eyes that make me swim in my solitude.
All I have in my hands is that broken glass with the last drop of that cheap wine mixed with my feeling of sorrow.
I ask myself where you are and I realized that you have never existed.
You are such an invention of a drunk poet that makes believe that you could bring me a cup of tea with strawberries in a grey winter morning.