have long been in the closet: he made me go out often, take me with him, holding me close to him, taught me many things. I was a little closet and a little with him: I was fine.
course, I was troubled by the strong presence in the cavity next to me, memories of her: clothes, shoes, medicines. was a presence so intrusive ... But I could be happy too, because he took me to the closet, take me and the memories of her. I was there, she was a memory of this strong, I felt it.
then he has made a habit of leaving the closet more often, or if you were his friends, kept me out of the closet and left me in a corner ...
so I started to suffer from the darkness and solitude: so often knocked from inside the closet, and he pulled me out. But I was not happy having to knock as often, because they notice me.
I cried a lot and knock hard, then one day I refused to go back in the closet: I said I wanted to stay out with him.
then made me sit on the edge of the bin and told me he was thinking. had to decide if I wanted to or not.
then I was sitting there poised for a week, waiting confident that I could take to keep me with him. he kept saying that he had to think that did not know ... I waited and did not understand.
to fatigue and the inconvenience of that position, there to dangle on the edge of the dustbin, he added with a sharp fear that I will throw us anytime soon. so one day I have had our forces and I was not able to hang on the edge of the bin: it took his breath e. .. We have fallen into.
plunk .
I am alone on the bottom of the dustbin.
the fall hurt me, I wound punctured and emptied.
now I am alone and empty on the bottom of the dustbin.
other times in the past I have thrown in there, but I never learned to fall, or I got used to these flights: on the contrary, the wounds she gave me this fall are added to the previous ones. are even more painful, because my heart is already wounded.
now I am alone and empty on the bottom of the dustbin.
