You know, it's to you. You should know. Do not be afraid. Strangely only that I do not write is on your collarbones border of which do not remember myopically. It is strange that the world flashes through your eyes - so occasionally - you sit and busy, and suddenly seem green grass in these geometrically exactly lined ginger bricks. It's closed with seven seals construction. Strange - wall - is it so better?
Do you want to - hit her. If you want, I'll do it?
I write to you, and I look again, I feel strangely manifested something that a little more than a thought. I formulate speech. I am learning to speak. Is not it strange?
Only, for God's sake, do not cry.
And the strangest thing - I do not see anything but you. In his world pass into orbit ...
You should know, my dear.