Make it real. Make me real.
Keep walking.
I need you to be real.
And if you're nothing but this, then go away, and don't you dare looking back.
I won't be there because you made me disapear.
All i've done and gave, is left in your hands.
Now it's your turn to make it out alive. We could die.
It's fragile.
Are you waving or coming?
And if you're nothing, then it is just me, and even though you live here for eternity, that means goodbye.
Then you know that standing there is also an answer.
So... I'll ask it one last time- Goodbye?
(I can never forget the way you looked at me, smiled and whispered. All that made me stay attached to you this tragic way.)

-C.