from other world..... 

back there.... 

bothered.. 

I hate.... 

other life..... 

it is sometimes desirable to disappear...

 that does mix?? 

and it is life........ 

I simply want to pass forward.... 

but too often look back.... 

this load which after the back...

 I pull after itself.... 

bothered..... 

I want what he helped me.... 

but he alongside is not present...... 

it is simple to click a finger .... 

it is a not fairy-tale.... 

simply life...