I no longer want to write, I have to heal, find my smile, I will have to bounce back, I will have to leave you in my memory, I
will have to leave the house, stop repeating your name, because I no longer have any inspiration, I will get out of this nightmare, find my good old guitar, come back to earth, find my verses, let you die, in my memory, to return the man, the poet that I was, and finally be able to find peace.
