In the twentieth anniversary of this poor, lonely and unfortunate soul, I want you to be (and not only to be, but to feel) by any circumstances, present in soul, mind and esence.
Because the only thing I really need is that feeling of fearful, rough and pure love that so often is taken away from me by my mad mind, and taken away from my dreams, flesh and eyes.
I need to feel you in my bones, crashing with them, I want you to make me feel that kind of pain no other soul that loved this ghost has let me feel.
Let me feel what I'm supposed to feel, broken, sad, lonely, lost.
But always smile at me, with that candid, sweet and lovely smile that brightens my days.
