The night goes as every previous one,

you experience a dream that is more true than the reality you live in.

“I would prefer if you would erase this from your memory.”

There is a voice.

“Science is a discipline of facts, which are disconnected from beliefs.”

There is another voice.

“Right, isn’t this basically lying for your sake?”

Yet another voice.

But for you it’s not a lie.

For you this experience is the truth.

For you that experience is no longer the truth.

“If he died and came back, is it really okay to call him my father?” A question.

“If the spirit medium says so, it must be the spirit’s fault?” A question.

“If all of the rumours say so it must be Harrivetta’s…” A question.

“If you impress him will you be able enter salons.” A question.

“If your mother says so, it must be true?” A question

Your mind already has the answer to those questions.

“You give her a vague answer.” A voice tells you.

“However, that is just your guess.” Someone reminds you.

“Is it because your brother got mad and you ran away?” A voice echoes.

“You wonder if that's something serious.” Someone makes you recall.

Because you believe that lies can become reality,

In fact, they are no longer lies, it is the truth.

That's what you told Minorta and others.

That's everything you know.

“A spirit medium? Not too sure about that.”

You tell her.

That's how you live your live,

in a world you are trying to create for yourself.

The only person you need is answer is yourself in this world,

There is no one that will ever tell you that you are wrong.

There will never be one that will punish you from your sin.