To be filled and then to be empty, is that what people are searching for? Better friends, best friends, friendlier friends, make yourself over, be renewed. Change forever. Don't go back. Can you go back? Do you want to go back? No, yes, no, yes, no, yes, no, yes, no, yes? Questions, question marks, so many every day, hour, minute, second. Why me? Why not? Too ugly? Too stupid? Too young? Too late? Lateness worries me. I don't like it. Maybe it's because I feel like I'm at least a year behind already. A year that no matter how hard I try I can't make up or change. How short a year can appear and yet how very long. Lenth, distance, miles. How can a few inches feel like many miles? Miles of space, isolated, alone, empty.
