P.S.

So far... In this bruised night my thoughts of you spill like pearls of a broken necklace and roll under my pillow, waiting for me to fall asleep so they can conquer my mind again. It's like that every time.  I try to scare them away, but they won't leave me alone. I am a prisoner of my solitude, very well kept by guards who speak with echo of your voice and your words that stayed trapped in this dungeon of nothingness. It's really dark in here, but I am not afraid. I am just scared that I might get used to this darkness. These shutters of obstacles just won't let the sun go in. Maybe just some tiny rays every once in a while. I hear voices everywhere, calling me, haunting me... I am so cold, my body is shaking. I am in desperate need for something to warm me up. I can't take their love, it would be like trying to get warm in a castle of ice. I don't need that... I need to bathe in sunshine of your love.

P.S. I miss you so....