Three little guys...
After doing what I'm not supposed to do, I finally saw you again... In my dreams. In my head.You gave me three children. Three sons. You, but you were not her, only you. 2009. Remember your name? B?
My opiate-like state only caused me to close my eyes (if ever, half open), and just drift into the most fantastic visions of my past, of the memories.
Whereas I write this, tears start to trample up my lacrimals, stopped only by the courage of my stupid brain that believes this will not happen.. not happen.
I need to take my clonazepam.
I wonder if taking it with matecocido will cause some deadly reaction.. hm..
Only the visions, the love, the you. I miss you, and I am sorry if I f*cked it up. It wasn't my intention. I was going through rough times... Please, forgive me.
The images that haunted me, mixed today with yesterday and tomorrow. "Kiss me out of the bearded barley, lightly , beside the green, green grass". Oh Lord, I really cannot take the pain.
I can already feel my blood pressure going down down down, because of all the pain I have to endure. Physical pain? Emotional pain? Mix of pills?
Just tell her not to do it anymore.
Love. Runs through my veins and in the name of no one. Is it all inside my head?
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