In the loneliness,
I found paradise,
and 3 am in the darkness-
I watched myself crawling,
seeking for help and I was crying,
while listening to my own random thoughts screaming.
I wonder if I have a place to go,
\"Where should I go?\"- asked myself.
In the loneliness,
I found myself the holiest,
and 3 am in the morning-
I saw myself thinking,
crying;
disappointed over this tiny little thing,
and struggled to stand straight because I keep on falling.
I never win a war,
\"Maybe this is just a dream!\" I told myself.
In the loneliness,
I found myself back,
the sound of the rain,
feeling cold in the afternoon train,
cupcakes and a cup of tea,
a book and a piece of me,
pictures and random sheets about my childhood memories,
they are all gone,
burned,
and lost,
altogether,
in the loneliness.