Un coup d'oeil

Sometimes i...
Sometimes i..
Sometimes...

Still alive. Still older.
When i m alone i feel different. Somehow unreal.
Especially when i don't look into the mirror, and stop thinking.
Who's there? No answer.

I shut myself down and what appears is what i seem to know about the world.
The first things are war and hunger. I have never seen myself war or hunger. I am not concerned by this. Why does it come to my mind? The world is big and out of control.
Should i forget about Afghanistan and stay closer to where i am in order to leave this state of perceived helplessness? If everyone did this. There is this young man near the shop, begging for money. He's my age. Next time i pass him, i will talk to him. Afghanistan is not my cup of tea.