I still wait

I do not find anyone in my life to be my friend. 

I haven’t real friends to give me hope or listen to my complaints about this life except for the night. 

Indeed the night is not a physical friend for me but we have some sort of communication to feel we are real friends. 

I like to meditate on the stars and the moon to tell them about my feelings. Every time the moon smiles it tells me more love stories. 

I still wait