of months of our years

another month waned and died, and i'm still living in deep grudges.


yes, i live my day as empty as i ever be.

if only things were different between me and you, will there be a void looming there in a place where my heart once called home?

will i finally be able to solve the riddles, that been so long assaulting me with so many puzzles to solve?

and yes,

will i still be alone?


(i think i let that question answered by the great Time itself, i suppose)