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May be if you knew how it feels you'd call more often but i wished you would not miss me as much as i did, not even a half of it. Staring at my reflection on the window while the raindrops crash against it on the other side. They'll slide and get sucked into the floor and get lost in the water table but those and more will come back, in that endless cycle. You're probably sleeping or doing something more interesting with you life thinking of everything but the touch of your skin on mine. I'm fine but I've been better (way better), things are not exactly on the top of the world unless I inject myself with as many stimulants as I can allow myself to have before tripping to another realm. I must admit it's funny to walk on that fine thread laughing scandalously in my head, probably that's the maniacal light that some perceive when they look at me straight in my eyes (now you know why i have been avoiding eye contact lately) I'll continue like this for a little longer, a basic form to do and reach what I have to. Reduced to a paramecium with cillium made out of notes, melodies and stories that drag me, pull me and push me towards anywhere but now, anytime by here because, my dear, although I could pull out the greatest and most enthralling show, it's all meaningless without the right audience, it's pointless without you.