Who am I?

Days weeks and months come and go and I still stay on a dead second in a clock with an empty battery. After that second I've not changed. Every morning is just like yesterday. Streets, shops, people, the city…

Todays

Sometimes I don’t know the face looking at me from the mirror. Five years ago everything was so simple and life was common. I was working, studying, having fun, enjoying my friends but, these days none of these words, has meaning.

Every night I'm thinking about tomorrow but, when tomorrow comes, I'll call it "today" again and I'll wait for next tomorrow and this boring circle will never end, never.

Change

The life bacame hard these days. I don't know. Maybe I've changed.