Mononucleosis White Stool

Jumping from one foot.

Standing.
of one, at times, but standing.
Standing, jumping from one foot.
forgotten Jumping rope, playing with the wind.
Sometimes so gracefully , gently mocking those memories.
But sometimes torpiezo, I stumbled.
I fall to the ground, I face against that strange feeling of emptiness in the stomach.
Excuse me, my friend, forgive me, but I think I'm falling.
I never want to give me the floor, could you hold?
not want to fall, not ever want to hit against the cold pavement.
As I wake up with difficulty, think about it.
I think of the inevitable.
'm so, so human at times.
I love, my friend, I love him so suddenly.
And if not, I love him more.
is that I do, I know I will.
is that even when other eyes looking at me in a mine, I will still exist the gentle hint of its existence as little pedecedera.
What do I do? His absence at times so suffocating ....
What do I do? Do I let drown?
still feel the need to breathe it that is not air. I want to go back to mourn
miserably.
screaming I want to become painfully.
I want to become as little as nothing.
But also, I want to live. Living
something more than this living death.
and breathe something other than what was not air.
live alone.
Living for someone, me, me and you and someone.
live with this heart that is not yet dead, that still beats with the same force that existence
wrong Living with a smile, with your smile.
That old feeling of harmony, to feel that "everything is fine."
Give me a smile, make me "living" at least a little. Rie
make me laugh, tease me and you, us, do a little of everything. That this loneliness
sudden stop harassment, of a burden you.
Let's go Forget about everything.
of the fact that I have left.
from your mistakes.
of mine in it, I even love are many.
now, I need a dose of that piece of your soul, my friend. IF YOU KILL A SMILE