Elisa es

You are alone.

I has been thinking about faces, and skins, some kind of nature like me, maybe the exactly who was me before, two parts of one thing.
Inside, my soul is full of pain and lonelyness, sometimes everything around is burning and I just stay breathing less, keeping myself quiet, ignoring the smoke and fire, looking for who(?)

I have one thing more to say, I\'m crying rithg now, nobody knows the feeling inside, even God. We are lonely, even God.