Love and silence

I stood behind my window glass watching the road, the street Khaled desolate, and the house windows closed dead, no life and no movement, time stopped and the minute became boring hours, my time cheap, I do not know what to do with it, I am nothing, I went and came in the room, and looked out the window, and held a book several times, and tried each time to continue reading, but I failed so I closed the book, and failure triumphed as its perpetual victory over me.