I walk in a halley way,the homeless look at me and smile. The happy people look at me like if i was a freak from another planet.

Iwonder around town, i find myself in a graveyard, smoking a cigerette and drinking my favorite whiskey.
Past memories come back to haunt me.
Tears flow, but why a’m i crying ?
I feel pain and this kind of pain comes like force in my chest, that burns like a fire inside.
Maybe i should leave this place and go home.
The thought of it, to go back, feels so hard.
This life is long,to long as i ride the train of consequences. My future is dark, my hole life is blackened.
Too many wrongs to be corrected, and i don’t know if i have the time to do all that.