AT THE END OF THE LINE

At the end of the line is the most beautiful.

The giggle of cullible lips makes you laugh. Even the thunder spare you when they bored him and cuts them like a sword. As arrogant, a storm cloud sluice them passing by. Not accidentally…

Then you see how some have passed through, although their path is not known. It makes you wonder….

However, it is better this way, at the end.

The only thing you have to get used to is that no one keeps your back. You must know that you are alone and if you lose your strength, you don’t have no one to hold you. The one in front does not turn his head back.

You have to be alone, be your own, somewhere far away at the end of the line…

Reviews

[sette]

the need to be alone just for a little while away from the maddening crowd but then realization came in too late