I feel scared. Not just because the thingie near my breast. It’s about life and love and feelings and how complex it gets. It’s like you live your life trying to keep a blank mind, not trying to picture yourself in situations you know you’ll never get… but then all you can do is be the star of a tale or a cheap soap opera where all you want always so badly is to reach the happy ending… and at some point you reach it… but then you find yourself in another movie, always a better farer happier ending to reach. But then something happens and makes you think that if you’re really enjoying the moment or you’re losing it because of that constant desire of more and more and more… Is this human nature? Or is this just the desires of a soul that knows somehow that her life in this earth is short and must live it at the extreme… I don’t know. It can be confusing. But how can I push a beautiful soul to sucha quickly banishment with me?… Then I think about the pain I’ve caused. I should let my soul rest because there’s been a heavenly payback that I thought I did not deserve… now I’m here. I also, have scars. I am here, normally human, plainly full of fears, doubts and feelings stronger than me. If so, I pray not to be enough special person to be touch by sucha huge burden I don’t think I could be able to carry. It’s just a dot near my breast, but I’m sure it’ll vanish in a couple of days, and I’ll be again back to the fairy tale I live every wonderful day, promising to be long lasting days… long months and years… until my time comes to leave this world, without all that heroism I’m not worthy… just simply human.