This world for me is an open prison, I do not feel well without you.
I need you all the time otherwise I need a bottle of Dumont.
I sit, the people who look at me, pass me, smile at me, spit at me, want me, me the empty look i see you, resent you, touch you and survive, because each time that you are in my blood I am like a new born baby.
The solitude hits me. I may live in a virtual world like those who judge me by the colour of my eyes, the way I dress, the shape of my lips, the length of my hair, to the number of girls who I sleep with and my empty look which intrigues them.


You are the only one who can listen to me without speaking to me. You are the only one who can close my eyes to the world I hate.
I miss you, the only this i can do is say it and most of all feel it.