I was married to this guy; he was insane and sane sometimes. In those long years he let stand for hours on bar, all by myself, and never apologize for it. When someone came on to me he would flip, even though if he wasn’t there. He never knew what he wanted, and yet he knew me.
I always was sure of what I wanted, I wasn’t like him… I wanted attention, a smile and a company. I never got those from him. All I got was screams and tears, and maybe, on a great day a couple smiles.

There was this small town, right outside of everywhere, the roads that led to that place had no traffic; no movement; it was a place of dead silence. To hear all the noises of the pure silence town, there was its founder, a small bright man, with a bored happy face. In his life there was nothing but that town, those silent lost streets.
One day, the hands of wind brought this car, filled with sound, and laughter to the pure silence town. The man was scared and happy to see a living soul, and as soon as the dark haired girl got down from the car, the man knew something had changed.
She stayed there for four nights, smiling and telling the man how it was everywhere. His eyes shined with the unknown and with fear of it. On the day the girl left, he went with her.
During the years that the man took to know everywhere he saw what didn’t exist on pure silence town. He saw the good things, things worthy of a smile, but what he saw that got engraved in his mind was the bad things, the lost things. During those engraved years, he loved, laughed, cried and saw misery on its most cruel way.
In one winter day he got back to pure silence town, and saw with new eyes that town, it wasn’t the same; he couldn’t quite get the same felling. The bored ignorant happiness. He was different, he knew the world. That day he meet a girl there, a plain blond hair old lady, and when he tried to tell her about everything, she stood her hand up and said with grave voice ‘do not tell me, I do not wish to suffer, like you’re now, for lost of something that it’s stuck somewhere, and its somehow intangible now. Please, refrain yourself from coming back here, this place has to be silently ignorant, and to well knowing like you.’
The man than left, and always wished that he could ignorant sometimes, instead of being curious about life.

'heartbroke feels like you have a hole in your heart and it cannot be filled'
my heartbroken feels like a sharp pain, that sneaks around me in the middle of the night, it hurts in a way that makes to stop breathing and only able to feel the lonliness that was left behind...
the weird part is, that when i think 'what is it that i want', a name comes to mind, very weak and its surpassed by a strong wish to run; run far away and start in a new place, where home is nowhere and everywhere, where nobody knows my name, but they can see me shining
i still don't know if i'm heartbroke because of somebody or because i'm still here, stuck in the same place...