Building under construction

In the wake of the sounds of the night, maybe it's me ... A building down.
He is crumbling? No. Only not just been constructed.
I didn't know it could be so hard to live ... So many facts and issues with which the "adults" deal ... What shocked me most so far was naked proof that love is "eternal" for a few ... Very few. As Martha Medeiros once said: "There should be education for divorce." I never had this kind of education, but never gave up full of love. A little yes, but never completely. Maybe that's clash between fantasy and reality. "I'm going or not?"
That building is me. Solitary, listening to the sounds of the night, with its many floors deserts ... Little by little things are coming together. Brick by brick, floor by floor, ink for ink. And when he finally is finished, people may receive.
A man walking at night on a sidewalk random ... He can't sleep because of the side effects of being an adult. He thinks with me: "That building looks like me. Solitary in its construction, in it's search for things that not even he knows what they are ... A solo journey, but with one end surrounded by people. That building looks the same to me. Two lonely strangers in a similar way. "