something happend

I was walking along a dirty road.
Saw nothing special there.
I was alone, and was walking just the lonely road.
Nobody heard my dying scream; nobody was with me.
It made me happy, this lonelyness, the feeling to be alone.
I was happy to walk across this dirty road, my road, my life, this place for that I am responsible.

And now I am here, in a bigger dirt as the last and with thousands people around me.
I am here and no able to scream, cuz I forget how to do it, cuz there are to many scared people and who make me feel bad, too many who will see me, and make me responsible for them lives.
It is just the grow up that make me feel scary.