Soledad...

Soledad, a word very close to me, but also to many people ... How ironic ... there are people who do not know anyone ... and they feel alone ... others who know many people ... and feel alone ... and others who do not know themselves ... and feel even more alone.
I do not know myself and I know many people, but I feel terribly lonely ... I feel lonely, empty and false ...
Suddenly, being able to appease a soul that screams and be able to appease mine that dies ... those words that I give consolation ... are just words, not convictions.
Maybe they go with feelings, but not with the pure truth ... She always comes alone to my room ... she always comes alone to me ... Soledad ... is the name of the street where I live ... and 14 is the number of my house, which is related to the man who took my being and my conviction.