in the afternoon you said to me
"baby i'm leaving"
and even though i had heard
"ok honey i'm going to hell i'm going to meet all the bitches in the word: i'm gonna go everywhere without you"
i just lot patiently at you and told you that it was alright.

it is. even in the planes where there are people and all their sickness and all their remedys and all their: "i need to turn on the light here even if you asleep, i am so sorry"
it is alright, but i don't know why it is so hard to love people when they are breathing next to you
and i know that should be a good opportunity to get to know them, but
well, in those moments i just want to scream
and run away. indeed.

in that moment when you are flying but you have no air.
and it is alright, baby, let's enjoy the clouds.
i actually don't know why it is so hard to like people.
sitting next to a person that you don't know but could get to
should be lovely. for the others, may it happens.

but ok God, let's try it one more time:
i will try to keep being a good person
and smiling at people and taking good chances and helping them.
i will try because i don't want to go to hell or whatever people call
it: probably there i would meet a lot of killers, rapists, pedophiles, and all human with
no soul.

and i really don't have an idea if the person sitting beside me is one
of these. but during the flight i promise just to think the best.
it is a good person. it is a good person. it is a good person.
dear God, i am afraid it isn't.
at least in there i have the doubt. in the hell i would be sure about it.

"hey baby i'm leaving"
i need a remedy.