Apple trees are happier than me.

Some are gone, some stayed here.
I feel so alone. Her smile was all I need.
Empty existence.
I'll spend this night with his face in my head. Only in my head.
I'll also watch the t.v. and its sad news about wars, deaths and fears. It will no more shock me.
I'll appreciate it more than my poor feeling.
Maybe I'll write one more song, one more poem or one more morbid novel.
But be sure that I'll use my Absinthe and make the bottle empty as my mind.
I'll be crying, I'll be dangerous, I'll be unstable.
Someone may come to make sure that I'm not on Earth anymore.

Please change your mind.
Please, come back dear pretty love.

I am STIEG.


NB : Never let your dreams, it's what help you to stay alive.