You light a cigarette and you go without hope.!

So that's how it all happens, that's how it all happens.
You are born without notion, you cultivate and take in yourself thoughts that never came out.
Questions that were never presented appear, answers that you did not want to know enter and stick like splinter in your mind.
He doubts among himself to believe in the many myths of love, of the heart and of the supreme force that he exerts in our world.
What to think? What to solve?
Then you decide to try to live, to convince yourself that there is much more waiting for you, waiting for you to arrive and discover that you like it a lot, or a little, or you just do not like it.
Then you want to continue, you think you want to live.
You decide that you have to be someone, you decide many more things and you discard others that you thought were good and only tied your feet.
When you realize these greater, you are alone, you left home and to your loved ones.
When the sadness arrives at your door you feel that everything is over, that everything is about to end and you are encouraging to finish everything.
Then walking down the street you see and you stare at the sky, the clouds, a flower maybe ...
You start as when you are born, want to be without notion, want to be learning.
Then it is there when you think you know that life is good, when you know and you have lived circumstances that despite not being the worst nor the best are no longer circumstances.
These so-called circumstances, that you wished at some point not to have lived them, and that you also thanked at some other time to have done them.
Then in moments where you find yourself in white, you feel the prey when you were the hunter and you realize that you do not have much power in the world, but if you have power in one thing, you have power in your life and you have the benefit of Choose whether to grow like the flower you might wear and travel the world as the clouds roam the sky.
It turns out that everything I could say is no longer useful, what I write does not work, but who would know what it really serves.
Sadness, nostalgia and things like loneliness are very strong and real feelings.
But perhaps love is also, because if we give the true benefit to sadness then why not give it to love too. Love is the only thing that can save us from this world, perhaps it is the only thing that saves us from ourselves.

So that's the end of that moment, as long as a whole life and as short as the thought that was ...
Then you come back and follow, and everything is the same crap ... You light a cigarette and you go without hope.!