So Empty

...Is so empty...
   The only thing on top of mu desk are a pen, a pencil, and my keyboard and the screen. An the hours keep moving forward...
Where is the day going. Why never came; it has been a lost day, it has blended with the rest of my life...
From were I am beaming to realized that my life it ain't dinamic enough; tied up to the ground with no possibilities to star flaying away, thus, prisoner of the ground ...
      Were did it go when it got cold...?