What happens the day you wake up and your whole world has changed.
Nothing is the same as it once was, and nothing feels right.
Best Friends became acquaintances,
Friends are strangers.
And when you see the people from your past the only things you have in common is the past memories… nothing else.
And when the lonely days become longer, and the sleepless nights become even longer.
The only thing you have to comfort yourself is the burn of a whiskey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem