She is here and I do not know as I could not give me account for some time. He sits beside me and wanders with me, trying to convince me we're friends but not really stand her, she comes and tells me how to be stronger and less fanciful, how to be "real." I do not understand, and the truth is I do not want. I talk about what we were open in the past, once everything in our lives was better, but I do not believe him. Has me as his prisoner and did not really understand is that she is the victim. It hurts me to think that sooner or later I will realize all my mistakes.
Loa is certain that my biggest mistake was letting it grow and believe.
It's cold out there. I dream to go out and smoke a cigar, as well as before.
But not before today, even I should know.
And she was me, long ago.
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