Tired, like most of the time, I stay here. Lighting a cigarette and looking at the gray clouds in the sky, I think of you. Trapped around this mountains, I can hear your voice whispering words of encouragement. Where are you? Why I stay here when I know that thousand of miles separate me from you? I am fighting with this monsters that the only thing they want is just maul every single extremity of my mind. As well as they did with you, honey.The problem is that I have not got the guts to let go all this, not with standing the pain is consuming me more and more every day, like this cigarette in my left hand is doing it right now. Is there any answer to this? Another escape?

I'll stay here, just waiting. Waiting for you, dear.