watching seagulls

I no longer know how to be truly depressed. I forgot how to cry or even to weep in silence. I forgot how to feel lonely even when I am alone for hours. Strangely enough, I am a pleasant company to myself. There are thoughts to be intertwinned, lines to read and write, music to listen and sing-yes, sing, sorry for my neighbours! 

If I don't like what I see in the mirror, tomorrow will be a better day for sure. If there are aches and pains I know they will fortunately pass. I f he does not call exactly when i need him to, there is certainly a good reason for that and I can always call anytime. And when there is no food in the fridge and no hope, there are always friends to fill my belly and my soul.

My life would be better if I were not so proud. But there are always the seagulls floating in the cloudy sky, dreaming of a far-away sea.