...Ritornano...


_{I'm back}

Nooon ho tentato di uccidere Max!!!

_{...così piccola e carina come sono...}

Should you run away from my hands? Should I stop thinking about you when I look at houses, squares, fields, pencils, toys, joy, sadness.. when I look at the night, when I look at the sun?

Should I stop looking for you when I find people? When I'm just living everyday, everywhere?

This is for you. This is just for you.

I look at the lamp over me. I look at the phone in front of me. At the pencils, at the words you gave me with a pic I hang on the wall.

I know I can't call him, I don't even know if he can understand I'm talking at him. What is he doing now?

Do things end always without possibilities? I don't want it this way. This isn't fair. Did you really decide, or did you just escape?

You're important to me, ok?

I'd just want to go for a walk with you, and chat, and run, and decide titles for your photos, and feel as I felt with you.

Couldn't you be my friend again?

Well, it's not 21 actually, but I wanted to go over 20 (and that journal).
To all appearances now I've got an alley cat... but he's not a cat.
This cat, who's not a cat, is making me feel like I want to be a better person.

I just want to be there.

I just want to take care of my alley cat. That is not a cat. Maybe a bear. Or just a little stray. He managed in making me to go over 20, I don't know how. Maybe he don't know how.
For this time, you're allowed to hide me.