Tonight the storm was outside the window and inside my heart.
I have asked myself to stop and come back to my senses.
I have implored my heart not to give up, and this was the answer:
"One day near, when the light will go off and you'll have to leave
you'll thank me for this.
For brightening what you have left"
I thought about the Gypsy.
I thought about her face when I asked her if paying would have made my life longer
you can't beat up destiny and you can't come up against feelings.
Whatever you do they'll swallow you making you float in a place with no time forever.
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NOTE OF THE AUTHOR: my notebook is full of logic writings in which there is a begin and a clear end, but nothing of those writing is real. The truth is, life is not logic and I am a jerk.
