Solitude

In here, I am standing, staring the future, which unable prediction. Sometimes, I feel worried and fear. Sometimes, I cry and ask to myself how be my strength enough?  

Did you know? The painful which comes to me like the sorrow storm. Hit my bones and press my chest and I'd like an insane person. All seems like grey could, in the last day before the sun back, I've thrown all the burden sigh. None of the people knew nor my closest relation.