There is so much I want to do before I have kids like, you know, die.
Love that crawls towards the end. Love that breathes heavily. Love with tied and cut wings. Love that chokes in her sobs.
Memory is a bad thing. It slowly takes away my reminiscences. But I want to remember. I\'ll struggle for remembering. No matter that I\'m humiliated now. No matter that the person unconsiously mocked my heart. I want to remember good things. I feel like the last breath. I\'m writing these words and when I finish it I must admit. Admit that the whole thing is over. It\'s very sad. Yet I have no tears to cry any more. Good things. They will always linger inside of me. From time to time they awake and I live through them once again. Thank you. (с)белла