Chapter 15: WE ARE LOST SOULS

I love her more or equal than her to me I just wanted to end entirely and all would be different, I wish may come to the true the whole her dreams, you know, some hours of darkness my mind vague on that obscure where it feels more save, there in the corner as when oneself is a child, the occur is now we are man-child as a big kid who waits until somebody sees it hidden in that shadowy of the corner, some of those nights I wonder me so many questions someone of which in occasion has not answer, not either one, and like this is the life, not all may be responded, not all can be known but, to be alive is not the same that to live and like this as they are not the same, ours days were every time more shortest with every day what pass because every day it's not a day more, it's a day less and when we may understand it perhaps we shall begin to live in real, because as I said to be alive it's not precisely the same that to be living, then, we have got to do something to change it, the love is difficult and sometimes just sometimes I don't know whether keep with her, if leave running behind of her or go on towards my way whereas I carry on loving her only going to and fro without do anything more, I may say all my promises the which were done from my heart with real love, they will go on with you, by all means, I know we have no ceased to love us yet, I'm sure because we are lost souls the which they have not still found them.