I am almost done. I can't breathe. My entire body is electrifying, but in a real bad sense, not in the way you feel electrified when you're in love or when you're drunk.
I've been like this for an entire week.
I can't sleep. I'm tired.
Suddenly, drugs knock me out and I fly above my own painful consciousness, and you appear out of nowhere in a dream.
I see you in the shadows, a few meters away from me. You wear a white dress and you smile and you touch your hair in a very shy way. You want to make eye contact with me, but I refuse to do so. Somehow, I still feel angst. I am annoyed. Somehow, I still remember our last fight. And I cannot get out of my head your attitude.
Have you thought about me, or is it just me?
