This world is over.

If you ever thought that everything was easier you weren't in real life. In his real life two words could make him fall in love or, instead, two words could make him crash down. But, who was he? He didn't understand it. He die without knowing that, without knowing how to skpeak or breath... He was just a baby that borned in that exacly moment when the world finished. 12/12/12 Twelve... He had been waiting 12 months to born, as unusual, because everyone borns after 9 months so... He was the one.
Where is he now? Whan can he do? I don't know, I'm dead. The world is over.

Lose again? (PRISON2)

-There's nothing to lose behind a laugh.
-Yes, it is.
-What can you lose?
-You can lose your everything, John.
-You aren't right.
-Of course I am!
-Why do you think so?
-Because I've go enough reasons, because you have already killed, because I was in love with you and in love with him, because you broke me. And now? What else can I do? If I laugh I'm losing my everything, I'm losing me by letting you know.
-You're not losing anyone.
-I have already lost that.

Runaway.

I just wanna scream and lose myself, forget about everything and run away. Make no more mistakes. I just wanna go away but come back. I just wanna feel real love, real freedom, real life. I don't wanna play more games, I don't wanna fall again, I just wanna go far away, with no one around. Fly, run, smile, shout.

Shouts.

-Look at me. Have you got any problem? I have one, and it's your face.
-Look at me. Have you got any problem? I have one, and it's yourself.
-What are you specting to be, little boy?
-What are you specting to be, little girl?
-Haven't you got another sight?
-Haven't you got another wish?
-Forget me.
-I'm trying.

Killer.

-What?
-What you are listening.
-You're lying!
-I'm not.
-You can't... You haven't done that!
-I have.
He was looking tired, dressed up with one colour, ORANGE. The prision was making him die. She looked at him while she fell inside.
-Tell me the truth John.
-I have killed him. I couldn't see him kissing you. MY LIPS!
-Forget me. -she said with tears in her eyes- You're nothing to me.

About stories of people and life.

The longest story that I have ever written is mine. The worst story, yours. The shorter one, my fishe's. The best one is that chapter when you came and then, go. So, what can I do now? I just don't want to keep on writting. And you? Do you want to writte? If you wan you can start today, ask everyone about their dreams and build something in somewhere. Make yourself grow. This is your time.

When would you come?

You told me that you'd walk 500 miles to find me, and that you'd walk them again if I had any problem, to sit down and wait in front of my door. You told me that you'd be in my bed at the morning, that you'd love to be the one. You told me that I hadn't had to be scared about anything because you'd be there anytime and anywhere. But now I'm scared, I can't see you and you aren't waiting at my door....

When would you come?