Untitled.

Where are you, Vonko. I miss the person I was when we were together. I miss the person I think you still be.

I miss them too much. Hurts. And I can count all them with a hand. I don’t know if it’s sad or insane. To be alone again. That’s what scares.

I’m just a teenager fallen in a coma, woke up running the lastest steeps to death.

Where are you. Where are the details pushing up this no sense land.

I understand the hate inside of you, K. Meanwhile in the empty inside me your voice still laugh and told me to wait. What will happen if you never come back? I’m not mad. I’m tired and sad. I’ve been forgotten of every land my hands grabbed.

Like nothing hit me before.

One day I will be dead

Just stay.

2019

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Is anything real?

I’m not the one I thought I was.

There’s something in my head