«Tell me why I feel so sad? So sad…

Tell me why I feel so sad…»

 

I don’t know why my mood is so bad. Yesterday it was normal. I don’t have any reasons for this. I’m writing and I don’t know why am I doing it. Nothing else matters.

Moon’s side is silver. Stars sparkle. Nice night.

There are many books, unfamiliar sheets. Do I need in it? Do I need in it NOW? I want to be with my x-love. I loved… I know… lovED? Or love?