I saw you today, why did I let you go? You had your skin covering every bone, that delusion made me sick and weak. I could swear that you were in front of me, you talked to me. I was not able to figure it out that you are dead. I couldn't even remember that I actually saw your skull a few months ago. Why did my mind something like that? No one can teach you how to live or face the death and its hostile mirages. No-fucking-one. You cannot understand how much it costs until you lose it. My selfishness sometimes is my only shelter, and now I wonder if is it possible to be fully vulnerable. The difference between dreams and nightmares is made outside the dream. If you are happy to be awake, that was not a nightmare, if you want to continue asleep forever, there is no dream. I don't believe in dreams, I just accept that my unconscious is just a sick machine.
PS: "Te doy hasta que aprenda inglés".
PS2: Ojalá nadie haya leido esto. En serio.
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