Tell me how you feel.
Tell me how your dreams were
Tell me a secret. A story. About anything. About autumn. You know I love autumn. The winds that brings it. All the falling leaves. The different beautiful colors of earth. Tell me you love me.
Tell me about those chaos. Those rude streets. The friendly people. Did they make you smile? Are you happy? Are you alive? Am I in your head?
Do you miss me? Do I come to your dreams? Do you think I am guilty?
Tell me how you think your future will be. Will my hands be in it? Will you wonder around.trying to find me, when I no longer exist?
Does reality scares you as much as it scares me?
Sometimes in August, 2016