These were once letters of a lover.
I'm the sheep, I write, I imagine and I don't sleep much. I do science, although you won't see much of it here. This is my quiet space, where I am who I cannot be
Ask me anything
Man:But, if it was the only opportunity to talk to her, what would you say?
Me:Nothing, that's the thing, there is nothing left to say. Everything has been said... Now, if I saw her, what would I do...? I don't know... I wouldn't know... What would she do? I know she wouldn't say anything, but what would she Do? Would she be sad? Would she be mad? Or maybe she would smile... Maybe she'd run to me...
Man:But, what would you do?
Me:I wouldn't run to her... I'd simply stare, maybr slowly walk to her... But, I'd make sure she could see me... I would give her the opportunity to walk away one more time... And if she stayed, there'd be nothing to be said... And if she left... There'd be simply, nothing said.
