Sometimes I look up at the sky at night and wonder at the infinite amount of stars. And maybe it’s then that I feel most alone. But then I think, you’re never truly alone if you have the stars with you.

But when happiness fails And the pain is all that remains When there's not even a single light And the silence is in reality filled with screams and cries Then life is still a beautiful romantic work of art But not for you Because you know the three, hell, heaven and purgatory, exist in here And you had to live the worst one

Luego de ver la serie The Crown, encuentro dos similitudes entre la Princesa Margarita y Lady Di: fueron dos hermosas mujeres, llenas de alegria y ganas de vivir, a quienes el amor les jugo una mala pasada. Una, traicionada por su hermana y la realeza al no poder casarse con el amor de su vida. La otra, engañada por alguien con quien no podia competir. Me pregunto: seremos las mujeres siempre las mas desdichadas en el amor? La belleza que poseemos no nos sera suficiente? Sera nuestra culpa?

You sit alone in dark abyss, staring at nothingness, your mind as empty as a white room. No thoughts no emotions, nothing inside. You're just an empty vessel all hallowed out. Everything you had was taken. Everything! Your very essence of what made you you, your soul, your spirit. Gone forever never to return. Why? All because you made one choice. The choice to just exist.

Comme le titre l'indique, j'ai commencé un livre en anglais parlant de l'aventure d'une jeune femme bloquait dans son appartement pendant l'apocalypse de zombie ! Elle va tenter de rejoindre une zone probablement sans danger mais aussi surealiste que cela peut paraître, les zombies semblent avoir disparu des rues ! Venez suivre sa mystérieuse route solitaire à travers la France ! En anglais mais j'espère pouvoir vous voir. N'hésitez pas à liker et commenter " the road of Loneliness" =)

I feel so lonely despite I'm surrounded by people. They talk about things that I don't understand. They tell jokes I don't get. Even though I'm there it's like I didn't belong. I feel like such an outsider, a foreigner, as I was an alien trying to fit in a human world. This isn't my place.

I used to think that solitude suited me. I've always been a loner. I enjoyed the quietness of silence. I enjoyed being by myself so much my friends used to call me "ghost", even though they knew they could count on me they also knew I needed my space and I disappeared from their lives from time to time. I never thought I could ever hate being alone. But during the pandemic lockout I realised how alone I was. For the first time I felt alone and needed desperately someone share my loneliness with.

My love. My life. My everything. I drive to you on this spring morning. The first day of winter was the last time our eyes met. 4 months of loneliness, but we have been here before. I'm seated on our bench. Every ice crack sends a burst of happiness. How was your slumber? Did you miss me? I long for these stupid answers. And then you breach the surface. Green and beautiful. You charge through the icy water. I step on the brittle ice, its slick and I slip. You're there.

I used to think the rest of my life was ahead of me. That I had all the time in the world to do whatever I wanted. I planned my steps carefully and despite the fact that I accomplished to achieve some of my goals I realised I put my personal life on hold expecting for a better opportunity, a better date, a better love... But too late I acknowledged that time waits for nobody. I hope I could find someone special before I write the last chapter of my life.