Someday i´ll be far away from home..there´s blood coming from myh neck, or am i dreaming? He came suddlenly and bit my neck like i belonged to him already...he doesn´t understand i´m a free soul...but still i´m with him; let me go, i said, you know i wont be back...under the blue moon there he was...if i close my eyes, will all of this be gone? Close to death, he held me and whispered i´m sorry...on that moment i felt very sad...if i could beat death, i would...the door was already opened when i came in...he said i could get through this...and i believed him...is there any way to keep going without doing the impossible in this world? Denial is a bliss, but reality can be painful...i have to learn to leave the past behind....
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