You know, for me nothing matters, nothing really exist!...

With small steps I’m getting lost on the streets of your soul. Easy glide, hoping that I will leave a small trace in your thoughts … I am the shadow of the past full of yours regrets, or maybe full of happiness...I’m what you want me to be, I’m what you choose to be. I am running scared to your world, but it is too sad day off and than I would prefer to hide from you. Because nothing matters now, the past does nothing but remind us the mistakes or beauty moments, but that can not help us with anything. The past hurts, then why should matter? He does not matter ... and all there was then no longer exist today. And maybe even then there was, perhaps it was only the illusion of our own desires…