No Name this time

Look at my reality. Look at me, don’t (look) at what I own on me; there is a real person inside. You will know, I’m not a women, I’m a child. Don’t make me give you the only thing on life that is really mine.

Talking about other things…. When I was a kid, I was used to sleep with teddy bears… Because monsters and ghosts scare children, just when they are alone, in the middle of the darkness where everything look the same. Anyway I wasn’t alone, I had them and I didn’t feel fear ever.

I became not so young, as time goes away. But I still sleep with teddy bears. I don’t know easily why, but it makes me feel secured from my own thoughts. I dream with death, and there is a fact, will come the day that it won’t be a dream, dreaming about it is just a practice. And if I’m not ready there is no time to lose.

My bad dreams are not nice, but yours are worst.

There is something that will pursue us no matter what, and we cannot run away, even when it is too scary to live with ourselves.

I was almost at the end, when finally decided to return.

So as long as I have my memory, I will be able to live my past again, and as long as I have expectative, I will be able to live my future on with hope, even when the only thing on life that is real is present.

There is and will be for sure about me: I will live every moment with fear, and I will sleep with teddy bear, hoping that the night won’t be so silent that I could hear my thoughts. And feeling so much, that living will pay the cost of dying.

Just hoping that no one comes to ask me for the only thing it’s really mine.

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