I'll be sad

I passed through many different phases. Disappointment, anger, sadness. In this time in which we are not talking I would have liked to talk with you of my problems because your perspective was precious to me since you know me quite well. And then this silence is also one more sign of the fact that there was never a real balance.

I'll be sad. But starting from tomorrow.

And the memory of you is like a buzzing noise in the background, slightly perceptible however constant.