Run rabbit run, dig that hole in the sun…

February, 6th

There´s an old woman in the middle of the roundabout. She stares at me. She doesn't´t even blink. My head becomes to feel sick. My legs trembled and fall, like leaves on an autumn tree. And gets closer. And closer. And closer.

Now my room is a cold and quiet cave. Full of dust and darkness. Outside the half-moon threatens to disappear in any moment. A cool wind blows my hair away from my face. Suddenly, A guitar starts from nowhere. And I got Goosebumps. “Hello, it´s there anybody in there? just nod if you can hear me? is there anyone at home?”     I try to shout but I can’t.  “ I hear you’re feeling down, Well I can ease your pain Get you on you feet again”  And the fever continues burning my head out, 42° Degrees and continues growing up. “Ok just a little pinprick” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  I feel little sick. I can’t stand up…

But now there is no pain and I’m receding, a distant ship, smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move, But I can hear what you’re saying. When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look but it was gone, I cannot put my finger on it now, The child is grown, the dream is gone….

  Good people go to Hell because they can't forgive themselves. I know I can't. But I can forgive you. What´s the reason for going to heaven if you’re far away from me?

Sincerely,The  Walrus