I . . . I'm not sure who I am or why I live.So I walked . . .
********************************************************************************************IIn a room bathed in the moons light , at a small table sits a girl with green eyes . She is close to finish her homework, bit by bit the clock is ticking . She looks on the windom and raises her hand hopping to grab and change it for the sun .
"Moon is always cold and less shiny then the sun " .She thought while closing hers notebook.
Time to sleep I guess. it' 2am .
On her desk a notebook , a pen and a few broken pages are the only trail of her efforts.
Close to it there is a big window from where you can see the road.
It's a stady night , no wind to make you shiver and a beautifull full moon .