Dear Myself,
Walking along the dark gravestones, I wondered. I wonderer about these things which make life so humdrum or not. This things like your first love or just your favorite song, the one which makes you realize that you forgot a memories you were loving in this time. These things, totally useless, but you cannot live without it. Yaoi, Gravitation, Books and Movies, Songs and Stories, You, Us, Them, Your World you made by yourself because you can't stand the one you were living in.
I wondered.
I wondered so long.
Thinking about the past, asking to you about my future. Did I love, once in my short life, being a girl? Will I regret to become who and what I want to be, right now? All of these questions, have a known answer, but I don't want to say them, I don't want to write my life as if I was sure of what it is, was or will be.
Nostalgic Overdose.
I felt alive.
Walking in this fucking graveyard, surrounded by all these dead men or women, boys and girls, children or old humans.
I laught, when I remember stupidities I've read, heard, said or did.
I laught, when I realize that I was laughing all on my own in this cemetery.
I laught.
I laught because I had nothing else to do.
I laught because it's my only way to live.
I'm not a girl. Neither a boy.
I'm someone and no one, something or nothing
Laughing to feel alive.
Because I need it.
Because you need it.
[Go ahead.]