Unloved

02/11/2008

It’s late now. Or perhaps it’s very early in the morning. November the first I was phoned by my father. He pretty much doesn’t phone me, it’s hard to get an answer or a care coming from him. But the first of November he phoned me. It’s the day, in my home town where our culture celebrates the day remembering the passed relatives or those far from our sight. And so was it. I have been considering myself about plenty of things. About future plans or perhaps visions of unpredictable. There are those days which I feel powerless plus considering of a change. Considering of quitting from what brought me here. 

It’s been hard to express what brought me here. I dare say it was most likely with what happened in Belgium. However an evident difference it’s the fact that she was with me, in Belgium. But now the truth is that I have been through moments of sadness and solitude since the past time I was in Belgium. Since I let go the university and started to begin on a search of a dream, fulfilling randomly and unpredictable objectives. 

I would like in the future to get to read these words to know what I have been trough all this time when I feel myself unloved.