Who are you? Who are you, beautiful stranger?

As I am with you easy and pleasant. I can't wait for the evening to chat with you ... I feel so comfortable next to you. We can talk about anything ... I don’t know much about you, but you just don’t like to talk. However, we are almost equal. I, too, do not differ in the abundance of words. Why talk about emotional wounds? However, you know who I am, where I was, what happened to me in conscious years. You know everything ... Practically everything ... Except ... my ... pain ...

The pain ... It will surge suddenly. Squeeze the heart in a vice and does not let go. She holds me. Lord, I'm choking. Chest like chained in heavy chains.

Anxiety ... Restless, and it begins to reflect in my eyes, looking around.

Alertness ... Close in on myself. Why am I silent? What happened? What's wrong with my eyes? I am silent. If I start talking now, you won't recognize me ...

This is my life. Second Life...

How many have I got? Lot. But I fear only one. The one that insanely crushes. The one that keeps me awake at night. The one from which the goose bumps run. No, I'm not scared. Just pain. Blunt pain. Heartache.

Now you know a lot about me. Too much to be able to silence me ...

Let you not be scared. Do not be afraid for me.

Do not be afraid to be with me. I will not hurt you. Just sometimes don't ask me about anything. After all, friend, this is not one with whom you just have a good time, walk, chat. A friend is one with whom there is something to keep quiet about. Let's shut up. Do you understand me now?

I also want to know more about you. I am interested in everything! What do you read, what kind of music do you listen to. Do you like wandering aimlessly down the street at night? Watch how the snowflakes whirl in the headlights and the soft light of the lanterns? Wander with your head up, look at the stars, and something beckons you. You fly away. I wish I could be there. High up in the sky ... Burn as bright. Handsomely...

Are you not lonely with your loved one? You are madly in love, but something is missing from you. Something you don't want to say out loud. Do you want me to say this for you? Madness. That's what sometimes so much your soul. You know what will happen tomorrow. You know what you want. You know what to say, do ... You know that ... And sometimes you want a new, unusually sharp!

Yes? Or am I not right?

So much I want to ask you. I'm really interested in everything.

“First love, first sadness.

First sorry, first goodbye. ”

Tell me about yourself?