I don’t know if I can survive through  this month. Everything seems just the same and I’m asking myself if this was how my dad used to felt like.
You keep laughting.
I don’t know if I can survive through this week. People are becoming invisible despite the fact that I keep hearing them say in my dreams: wake up.
However, your unstopping laugh is so much lauder.
I don’t know if I can survive through this day. I’m spending my time thinking on ways to scape from this prisons that I live within myself.
And you’re still laughing inside my head.