me: hi
you: is everything okay?
me: i... i'm alive, i think it's enough for now. but how about you?
you: yeah, everythink is okay. you only called for that?
me: i just wanted to listen to your voice. you know, people are going back to work, there's a lot of cars on the streets. i'm in the window right now, i can see the trafic in the streets, even in this weather.
you: yes, the stores are opening again, the people are going to be back on the streets.
me: yeah, my mom went back to work, and i'm scared you know,i don't know how long it will take but we're going to get infected, and damn, i don't know if i'm going to be okay. i was just thinking about that and i'm scared of leaving you. i don't know why i called, idk i miss you, but i don't know if i'm going to survive. you know that i've i shitty health, i'm getting worse this days, i don't even have the strengh to fight off a cold. i'm really scared and i just wanted to see you. fuck i love you and i don't even know if i'm going to see you again. and i'm sorry for neglecting myself. i just can't take it anymore but i need to see you and i can't and i think that is literally killing me. so i called. i love you alright? i just can't promise that i am going to see you, i don't know if i can keep it, but i love you okay?
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encore en vie
Poetrythe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
