Only one day is missing till the day he left me .

One year spent in the middle of nothing is gone.

This is my strange anniversary .

And I should to celebrate the time beeing alone.

What happened with me during the time passed?

I cannot tell anything else than my happiness don´t last.

I´m standing like a salt column

and watching all around

smiling to the people

who know nothing ABOUT.

About my lost aim and broken sense of life

Soul sleeping in a pitty hole.

They are thinking that I´m so satisfied as I look but I am only proud.

My independence has no end at this time and it pains a lot.

Why I have the scary feeling

that this will never stop?