Book: As long as I live

Then you go and look at the sky. It's a strange color - coal-red, like the day of bleeding.

Matter is composed of particles. The harder, tighter, stronger body, the smaller the distance between the particles. People are strong, but they liquid. It seems to me that if you stand very close to the fire, the particles constituting the body, change.

People is nothing compared to the Solar system.

Live fast, die young, leave a pretty corpse!

Why do I feel like I'm older than your mother?

You always react like I'm wrong.
Like I was dead wrong.

Let's say I will die. And nothing else will. The rest will live as they lived, in a world of his own - to embrace, to walk. I'll stay in this void and will quietly knock on the glass separating us.

I'm shaking. The nurse brings a blanket and wraps me up to her chin. I shudder.
- Someone thinks about you, says mum. Is that why you flinch.
And I always thought that it means if someone in another life standing on your grave.

"You see," starts mom, you can't always do what you want. You need to think about others. Those who love you.
- Talking about?
- Those who love you.

I exhale the smoke. Breathing in, every time I hear my lungs whistling. Maybe I have tuberculosis. I hope so. All the famous poets had TB; this is a sign of deep feelings. Cancer is so humiliating.

- I love you.
Like three drops of blood fall into the snow.

Lying around all week with a cold. Of course, he claims it's the flu. You know men.

- Know what a snowman in the desert?
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- Puddle.

He had to leave, as I started to miss him.