I'm so tired of all these mad things.

Mad happenings that stuck me in certain part of my so recent past.

I'm tired of this damn fate. I can't control it, and if I can't, I lose my mind.

And losing my mind, I start that vicious cicle of reminding good moments I spent in delightful company.

And forgeting the present, I surrender into a smell, a forgotten empty cup of coffee, all simple things that made me so happy days ago.

I'm revisiting this recent past over and over again.

I'm returning to my old childhood, trying to learn again how to enjoy the current time.

I've just forgotten how to do that.

Young girl, help me to remember.

And my dear V., ... make me alive again, my sweet friend. I beg you.