I never have anything.
I do not know why people are reading this.
I only write this for myself.
Two hundred "views."
Maybe they think this is fiction.
Or maybe that I am mad.
It is not, and I am not.
I could be mad.
Saying I am not is something only a mad person would say.
This is all real to me.
The thought that this is a dream is dismissed by the fact
I feel so much pain.
every broken bone.
This is real.
Salome tells me that I must do something.
She tells me that by the time I know what it is.
I will have failed it.
Why does it feel appropriate?
Do you know why, Mercedes, Mystery or Lucas?