States.

There are things that go away but things that come, things that you find and other things that get lost, recollections that you want to enclose in the oblivion, the sadness that never lives in your interior has gone away and you do not stop weeping for everything it is a suffering because everything happens always in the worst moment, your tears remain dissected in a story of roses of which already nothing stays.
And you feel as the heart it breaks in chunks, the darkness you accompanies and is like to feel alone, I empty within and without forces pa to smile.These sad but you try to sham that you are happy, sad for a good-bye, for a good-bye that does not want to go away.Inside me the sadness does not want to become extinct sometimes it stays the hope stays that one probably, you wonder because of what you will never understand.