I am just the ashes of what one day called fire... (Caption...) (Read Caption...) It is me again, I am writing to you because you are my most faithful companion, I know that you are tired of feeling my tears fall on you. I am tired of seeing my pen grating your sheets with anger, and believe me that it hurts me the same to read. As the leaves go by, my light looks dimmer, I come to tell you again how lonely I am, I come to cry over your leaves once more, I come because I am drowned, my little diary, you are the conscience that hides in my days. I am afraid, afraid of being the shadow that needs another light, afraid of having someone who hugs me, afraid of realizing that I have lost myself, my train has strayed in the emptiest wasteland, there is nothing but silence for my screams, a sky that shines letters of help, a clouds that cry surrendered.
