Butterflys...

Suddenly i heard a lot of sounds. People were running, music was as loud as it could, two guys were fighting in the kitchen, but i heard it: His motorbike turned on and i knew that he had just gone out. Where could he go? To a place further than here, it was my first answer. Maybe he was thinking in me when he turned the street, he fell down the motorbike and it crushed him, maybe i had been his last thought, his last feeling, i don't know nothing, i only know that he will be my last thought, always in my heart.