I´m so easy. Kindness make me weak. Fill me with expectation. Future is something so colourful. Suddenly I´m having conversations, I´m travelling, making plans. I laugh. I start to live something unreal. I laugh. I see ghosts. Ghosts come from the future.
The news are better than I imagine. I have two kinds of imagination: one to speak to people, other which speaks to me freely.
The ghosts and the orchestra and the whole symphony come from her.
My life is full of precious details. The ghosts are working on that. They are so many that I hardly remember their names. And besides, they are invisible.
They make a great deal of things for me. For example, they add light to certain parts of the grass I look to in the mornings. They hide objects and build up magical messages between the days and the dreams.
They taught me how to read. Because of that, I become magical. Full of expectation. Easy to kindness. Weak.