uncounsciosness

Count the minutes in the door.
Let them escape.
I miss you, damnit.
You were just the light of my days.
That simple fact that let me breathe.
I think and try to bring back to life those sweets moments of us. When we talked and dreamt and laughed and...

(...)

I try to imagine you, I try to drink that awfully fantastic illusions I made, just to forget them. I damn the whole world because you are real. But that's not enough...

What is inside of me is something I treasure. What is outside, is something I want.