My God Giving Right
People suppose that even ghosts must have feelings.
I have feelings, do you?
Are you a ghost?
You have a land.
Good
I thought you were homeless. But you´re not. You have a land, a place to live.
I thought you were with someone, butt you´re alone. Are you? Do you have someone, a friend, a boyfriend?
I thought you thought of me. Where we could be. In what kind of relationship we could have and be, in what we could do together. Butt you didn´t thought about me and about it. You were here and there, traveling in roads and trails, in the wild all alone and by your own. Were you? You were here and there, driving aimlessly to nowhere, without destination, uncertain, with what you were and are, and with what do you really wanted to do. Driving, traveling without a truthful friendship, love and care by your side. Being with you and holding you.
All this time homeless, lonely, needy and lost.
Vilk is right, you´ve being alone here and there, true. Homeless, lonely, needy and lost for a long time and you still are, aren´t you?
Having some affairs here and there with what and who came on your way, true. I don´t like it. Be a girl, be a woman.
Vilk is truthful, he is right. Sometimes wrong, all the time, intentionally a bad boy. Trying to guide you and show you the good way, that someone and that somewhere place to live.
Those guys you talk about, who are they? Friends? That have being there with you talking on the social media. Scientologists? Those that have being coming on your way along the time and the places that you´ve being since you began your travel adventures. How it really began and from who came the idea to travel to the Middle East, to a religious and war zone?
Are you sleeping well?
Profoundly, long hours and with my eyes closed.
Dreaming?
With thieves and Scientologists.
Lie down in one place and wake in another?
I can´t even remember what I did, how could I remember where I lied?
Is that what I think you did*
Memoirs
Was I there with you? Did I lay with you somewhere?
I don´t know, ´cause I don´t remember butt you´ll.
I thought that. I think about it everyday, butt I know we´ll never see each other. Maybe in another life, who knows? Do you?
Drops and Scientologists.
I thought about crime and suicide, how to protect you?
How to scratch your face without hurting you and to make you feel good and being smiling?
To guide you into a small cabin in the wild with cams to see and listen you moan. All alone, a cookie and a glass of wine would make you rave, kneel and crawl.
Are you eating and sleeping well? Scientology, clowns.
Pale, visíble in naked eyes, out of mind, uncontroled mind, instable, however recovering and gaining some weight.
What happen there?
She´s in the chess and working.
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