That ache in my chest...

I take deep breaths because I am not ungrateful of being able to breathe. But what I inhale
-you hear me? - is you. Because I hate you and you're holding me and you know how to enter people like a tide. You know how I paint my name in the sand and what I think when I look down. Your kisses and caresses are famous in my eyes. They see only what they can love and do not fear anything. Only the ropes.

In a narrow city a magician treated me with a black scarf. He told me, that way I would find the path of the sun at night. I got it and ignored his words. But now I understand, because the sun has set. I'm afraid. And cold. I don't want to wake up. I just do not want to see anymore.