You wanna know...

...why when you hold me bad, I choke so much? Why, when you embrace me, I think my bones are to crack one by one? Why, when you kiss me, I'm scared and want to duck and run as fast as I can and hide in the most far-flung and empty parts of my reality? I don't know. However, I don't do it. Maybe because I don't need you, after all. Perhaps I was with you only because I felt that there was,-not, of course, as I dreamed it would end up to-that I belonged somewhere. In a horde of human remnants, who have everything, yet they have nothing... Maybe, all this was nothing but an enthusiasm. Perhaps I am too strange for you to understand. But tell me, why inside you, I see his beautiful face, and mine, disappearing slowly through the smoke.