My Reality is Ending

Just as the day was ending and the Sun was setting again in the horizon, I sat in a chair. My eyes were tired after a long day of visualisations. Information and data, and even more data. A never ending stream of numbers and words. Nano-technology is our future. Smaller and smaller. But efficiency at 100% .
In that chair I read a love story. The decibel rate was high. But I didn´t noticed a sound. Nothing. Not a clap. The only conclusion was that my days were ending. My eternity also. And that I couldn´t loose. That´s why a tear started to fall. A drop. A single drop that meant alot. That meant everything.


Beeing poor is a faculty that is at the range of every man and woman. Having 18 years old makes me dream with my atheism. My femme fatale is on the beach. Waiting. And staring at the surrounding environment.


And my biggest fear is to be next to you
And my smallest fear is to be lonely