Beloved, my John

Guardian Angel I

I shouldn't have called. But I'm glad you came.

How are you? I'm fine..

A drink? A cigarette? I don't know what else to offer you because i don't have anything else. I tried to refuge myself in every thing. Every human sin, every addiction, every detail that supposedly makes you happy. And nothing.

I feel this emptiness inside me. So vast, so deep. The days pass and it gets harder and harder to even get out of bed. Life itself it's taking away the desire to live.

I light up a cigarette for anxiety. A fill a cup because of loneliness. And nothing satisfies me, nothing brings me calm. And of everyone in this world, the one that comes to rescue me it's you. The one I fucked up; in heart and soul. The one that comes to save me it's you.

Sigh.

I'm fine... no, I'm not.

But thanks for coming. Thank you.