Where are you?

Where are you? This voice sounds over and over in my head.

Do you miss me? Sometimes I just prefer not to think about it.

How can you live without me? And I can not leave my bed without you. It still smells like you. I take long breaths just to have a sense of you.

Don’t you understand I am here?
Don’t you have a heart?
Don’t you have blood in your veins?

How many times I have to repeat my self you don’t exist, you are a bad dream, a joke. But doesn’t matter how many times I do that. When I see you, time stops and I am ready for you to take me where nobody has taken me before.

Fabiola

<>November, 2004