A handfull of memories of an abandonned self esteem...

I am totally consumed in the gray color of the sky, totally lost in the gloomy atmosphere of this town.I can predict the rain coming once more inside and outside...
I am walking the streets and alleys back home in the night..
Only a trilogy of colors still exists black, white and red. Even the poster at the bus stop lacks of color diversion.I feel the black and red colors in my head too, a feeling of pressure all around...
Walking , thinking to myself , walking towards something , running away from something, at least moving for the moment , the second...
Thoughts again...
The surroundings unaltered with every single step i take, the sound of the cars moving, the quick steps of pedestrians , strangers passing by, crossing the street and the night still lingers ...
I think i feel alone again...
I am thinking songs ''in the bars we used to sunk together , in the name of your loneliness you now drink..How difficult has it become to let it all out..Winter brakes into your soul..All around so many people but you still feel all alone...''