Drowned.
I try to breathe, but I would consider the universe to inhale all the oxygen,
Making it remain reduced to only bones and nothing more than a little skin.
...
Neither the stars can observe, because they hide from me ... They disappear from me when my demons circulate through my vocal cords and emerge, piloting at all speed the everlasting dark limbo that crumbles in my eyes, making me perceive how penetrating the night is.
The pillows migrate from me, the sheets embrace each other and my bed leaves me, because they are saturated with me. They say that I am very fragile, and I really am sorry, but my feelings are like a man in love and drunk, who has no direction in life.
I can not hear the same songs anymore, because they are deleted from my player. They tell me that they are up to the crown of being rewound thousands of times.
There are no days, the calendar, nor the long hours that I spent watching on that old phone, because it was damaged, it was damaged so many times that I turned it on seeing if any message arrived saying you were missing me.
The floor where dragged my shoes on the way to where we were always no longer exists, was erased, my cries and moans erased forever. Now I will not know if you are looking for me on that same path.
Your sweater has already lost its unique aroma, because my drool has invaded every space of it. There is only the day when you made me promise to take care of him, because even his color lost; He also abandoned me.
In every place I feel, only the few memories we have together invade my mind and I know that each one was unique and unique.
I do not know if this is poetry, an epistolary letter, an essay on how my absurd heart feels or the biggest confession I've made in my life, but what I'm sure of is that ...
I want you to forgive me for never looking for you in my dreams.
To: Kira.
From: Anonymous.