This is my new story, I have to admit that it's inspired of my real life but since you can't tell where's the frontier between fiction and reality here, please don't judge.
Oh and last update in a while, i'm going to the camping.
I don't remember well, why am I here? So much water has flown since my last words, now I can talk again but who will hear me?
I'm alone.
But I still remember where the fireflies used to dance, like a hundred of little fires, their small frames turning and diving in an everlasting dance.
They're gone now.
Do you remember when we used to laugh together, looking at small its trying to climb the rock near the waterfall? And when we raced down the hill, the one who was always so full of flowers?
Now you are all asleep.
So please, tell me what I'm doing here, waiting for something that will never come? Please, don't mock me, even if you're not real.
What? You thought I haven't noticed that you didn't leave pawprints, or the faint transparence of your body? Trust me, I don't mind, you're the only thing keeping me sane now. But why don't you remember?
And yet you still claim to be my mother.
Strange isn't it? You are the oldest here but i'm the one telling stories. You where so much more fun before, when you still ran down the died grass of the hills, and still dived in the dirty waters of the pool with me. Now you just sit there, looking at nothing.
You don't even talk to me anymore.
Now please awnser me, do you still remember something, do you still remember me?
Why are you so silent? Did I do something wrong, did I offend you?
If I told you our story would you remember?
Would you awnser me?
Would you exist?