Forgot My Combination To My Lock

But enough!

One day we'll laugh about.
On this there is the slightest doubt.

Rider of my naivete, my inadequacy, my complete lack of courage, my apparent indifference, the armor I wear with great pride and satisfaction, with pride of watching others from the top, and at the same way of my inner fragility.

me a little ashamed 'of as I was, the illusion of being changed.
But you can not change, not in the foundation.
And this is me. What I do with myself
war every other day and the other as well.
(And today, in particular.)

You do not love me.
Amen.
You do not know me, as surely assert the contrary.
And we are not equal, the two of us:
- You are the villain who dies saving the world;
- I am the shoulder, the faithful sidekick, shadow,
that when the protagonist is missing if you do so under the fear of consider seriously the idea of giving up all that well
let evil win

and run away until the last moment decided not to.
manage to save the world?
The story does not tell us.

But you did not at all more courage than me.
's why I can not hate you less than you hate me.

Perhaps it is anger, not love, that will not let me leave it all behind.

But as I know.

But still burning, flares, bursts, explodes.
It 's the same energy with which you'd blow your mind with which you embrace so strong that you could not breathe.
We simply cohabit. And something inside
slowly rots.