Man, did not you ever think you cursed yourself? No!? ... I have thought of it many times. Lately, I have been constantly thinking about this. I often turned my head back to the past, but alas ... I can see nothing but the seas of my tears. And yes ... In the first seven years I was alone, and then a little kid appeared. Every day, he sat beside me in silence, and he looked at me as if he wanted something to give him. No, it did not want me to give it, but it to me.
The script of my past is the same with that child. Every time she rubbed my tears and asked me: Come on, tell now what happened? Did anything? What do you want to become? "
Man, what would you say to him because I did not know what to say, but I could feel my heart breaking and my crying hardening. When an innocent creature comes to you and begins to tell you, "Do I dream of this, to make my dreams come true and drown in myself?" At this point I wanted to sink into the ground without resisting, but instead I could hear the child's thoughts as if she was talking, and then I realized that it was me one time.
Man, I gave this child a long time in my heart and soul. Do you know the dreams of him what they were? Hardly ... This child always repeated that even if he died he should not suffer others but not forget it. And now I tell him, "Do not talk that way, whatever happened to us, it was me."
I stand on the sea and look at the sunset, and my body shakes. Just by my eyes, the waves can understand with all the details of all my days until now.
I feel like I'm at the entrance to a naked house. Here I open her doors ... I want to get in but my stomach shrinks. I withdraw because the memories immediately burst into my mind, and these damn unheard-of dreams - kill my heart.
Man, I do not deny - I barely behave. It's so hard ... What else is left to me, except to clench my teeth and repeat: "I'll go on !!!" I'm already up, I'm 19. Yet I continue to be the one who is still without money. I keep listening to how people say to me: "Give up!" ... Yes, I am not, but I will be stubborn. I can not stand without education, but I will not give up - I want to achieve something, with my hand to rake and not just suck from a dull straw.
The child is coming to me and she tells me: "Maybe someday I die, but if I have wings - it is irrelevant, please only one thing - do not bury your dreams with me You have many more days ahead of you to live with them. " No, he will not bury his dreams, even if the child is gone!
