Take me out of this reality, quickly. I'm so stuffy here that I can't even cry normally - it flows from my soul, and my eyes are dry - like a cat's. I sit in my rooms like a prisoner with a boring book on my knees, I look out the window and persuade myself that I really like my loneliness. I hate it! I would go to the sky, to the sea, to the stars! Putting on comfortable jeans and sneakers, throwing a backpack over your shoulders, conquer the peaks in order to wash the next island that we visited with a coin on the map. Together. And on long winter evenings over a cup of fragrant tea brought from another exotic country, remember how you and I had fun there. My heart froze. Take me to your place. I promise to sit quietly on your ship. I will be happy for you. Like a talisman on your chest right to your heart. Like an angel and like a guiding star. Take me ...