As always, she said: Don't look up at the stars! Look down...It's in your dreams, the more you can get, the more you'll see! And all I could wonder: was for my own purpose or my strange anomaly?... No one knows, no one dreams about it, just me!-I thought. And every year since then, I wish for that single night, that dream I had about you and the stars, and me and my way of feeling things...So soft, so sweet my skin, so cold inside and scared, all those nights of sharing my bed...So pure I was! And no one will ever know, no one will ever see me again, like I was! There's no pain in my dreams, just small cotton balls and pieces of dark bittersweet chocolate. The end...I'm falling...slowly...then faster...slowly again...Don't judge me, please! Every sweet little girl has her own dreams, she doesn't want to share them! Some are nice, some are scary, some make her laugh and others make her cry and wet her bed...but in the end...all is falling, like those crazy walls in Tarkovsky's masterpiece. I just wanted an happy ending for my dream...
