autumn sweeps time - part 1

sometimes things are not going the way you'd like it to be… as simple as no answer, as simple as not understanding, as simple as a bad day, as difficult as it is to accept it. No optimism, no hope, nothing…

Nevertheless, it looks simple and easy: no word means stop, over, done,… but why not saying it, it would be easier and clearer, maybe a girl's view after all. Maybe it's just me who knows. Maybe it was just a wish; just a dream; just a desperate last attempt to get something, to reach someone, to live, to be.