Shedding tears on the other side of the door, and then crossing it with a smile, wich says: “please let someone help me”.
Put things next to the bus seat because you feel like being alone.
Find her anywhere and drag you again because without that love you are nothing, or surrender to the cold darkness of the memory-laden night.
We are just small atoms that form this galaxy, and what are a couple of drops of salt water compared to the inmensity of an ocean. Nothing.
That is it. We are nothing else than that. Simples human beings with the only mission of destroying everything in our way.