Sometimes…

Sometimes…
Sometimes people search all their lives, and sometimes they find it in a day… Sometimes we really want to express everything that is boiling, and sometimes in order to understand each other we just need to be silent together about so many things… Sometimes we turn off all our phones so that no one will disturb us, and sometimes we sit, surrounded by telephone receivers, and, unable to breathe, we tremble with impatience, waiting for one single call. Sometimes we wrap ourselves in a blanket and still cannot warm ourselves, because in fact we are cold not outside, but there, inside, in our hearts.