Now I see it. You only overcome your fear of death
when solitude has entered to deep
inside your self. When there is anything left
deadlier than loneliness,
there is where fear dies
and life learns to breathe.

When I see your smile,
I can almost listen to your dreams,
I see your effort to exist.
In the distance you’re a reminder
of the world that is out there.

I wonder if we fall in love with dreams. Not only ours but others’ dreams. Maybe love doesn’t fade. It is only the face of reality that cannot be hidden anywhere. I think you fell in love with my dreams, not because they were similar to yours but because I expected something from life. And now I am not sure. Is it always like that? When love is young we don’t really mean love, but us; we have dreams and it is easy to fall in love with the idea of who we want to be. It is easy to fall in love with a fantasy. We think if we remain together we will see that fantasy come true and what happens next… What I’ve seen that happens next is that dreams become ghosts. We live then with them, we live in haunted houses with ghosts of everyone we couldn’t be.