I was talking to myself again. An imaginary dialog between me and me. Is that my existence is getting boring? Quite depressing. I’m still thinking what my life would be if… And this is quite childish. Sometimes I’m able to turn my face up to the sky, close my eyes and live my thoughts do their job but this happens only in my good days. And I’m doing nothing. I’m trying to open an eye just in case someone will need me (can’t stop thinking “who the hell will need me in this forgotten by God place”). I would be glad if it was the shelter of an ancient ghost. I guess it would like to have a friend like me. How many days ago I’ve spoken with someone? In fact should I talk about days? I never realized how my voice sounds. I’m trying to utter something but my lips wouldn’t move. But I’m not scared. I’m lying on the cold ground. I did open my left eye. There is this sweet light that is bothering me since yesterday. I prefer the red light of sadly falls. I’m glad there is no roof. I can see the sky. Blue. White. Blue. White. Some unknown designers are changing every day the shapes of the clouds above me. I don’t remember how long I belong here. Who did bring me in this place? But it wasn’t bothering me. Never bothered. Maybe I was waiting for someone to take me away? To put me in this place where is just the sky and me. Now I have this itchy urge to sing something. I’m trying to remember this song…the song about life or maybe about love. My lips still will not move. I will sing in my mind. My lungs are going to burst. It will be a nice death- to burst. But dying alone. Quite depressing. And I’m thinking again what my life would be if…quite childish.