I don’t feel lonely. I don’t have anyone in my life, I am a small island on the vast ocean. My family fell off, like buttons from the vest. Year after year, everything cleared around me, leaving a space that no one filled again. My girlfriends came and left, leaving a wound – the only companions I still would miss, if it didn’t hurt.

But oddly, I don’t feel lonely. I don’t know how to call the feeling that gets me everytime I look around me and see… no one.

Maybe one day I pack my belongings and move to the forest, to live the life of a wood ghost, depending only on work of my hands, weather and seasons…