H: 1:17am, my fingertips, glued to the keyboard. and paused.
H: 1:17:56am. I drifted from one place to another. Out of 11 lamp posts I was seeing, one bulb was fused. Drifted back to the monitor screen.
I: There is nothing around. I can't look out of the window.
H: Out of the many loose hair on the floor, about 83% are mine.
I: There is a place called Vence, beyond the coastal Rivera. I imagine.
H: 2:11am. Blood on my gums.
H: There is little to wish for. Little to dream about. Little to remember about.
I: Were you there when I bled to death?
H: No dear. I'm still alive.
I: Cows are dropping from the sky.
I: pardon me, what is the time?
H: Shhh.
I: The rain stopped 3 hours 23 minutes and 12 seconds ago.
I: I can't count split seconds.
I: I can't measure myself.
H: Shh.
H: I feel separated from myself. Is it you dear? At the door?
I: Rest in peace. My friend.
H: I'm not dead yet.
I: I flipped to a page on the book I am currently reading.
H: It's already 1:25am.
I: I pointed towards a paragraph.
H: It's already 1:23am.
I: There. These words: 'It seems to me that it takes almost a lifetime to recuperate from such an attempt'.
I: My fingers are back on the keyboard.
H: I will not leave my place. I will not.
I: Swiftly, I wrote.
H: Who goes there? Is it you, my dear?
H: Everyday I think of you. Everyday.
I: It must be 3:23am. Now.
H: Should I write: ' "It seems to me that it takes almost a lifetime to recuperate from such an attempt'".
H: Hope. It begins with H.
H: How long is a lifetime?
I: I pretend nothing happened. In order for that to happen, I have to pretend that there is such a thing called nothing.
I: Willie fillie dillie tillie dillie sillie zillie
H: Who understands her?
H: I lost my virginity when I said my name out.
I: I am never alone.
I: I...I still feel lonely.
H: Haha.
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