I think that all of us forget about smth that inside. Smth that we called "soul" / my February was so awfull, that when June is gone i looked in the mirror and nothing was there. Then my shrill shout spread all around my body. I couldn't hear my voice. / I was overfilled with feelings, different feelings. I heard its rustling inside me. I can fly, really, I feel it! Butterflies inside me! Oh my God, i can feel love! / "-Sorry, my heart isn't yours…" - it was her lasts words and then I didn't hear anything, that she tells me. My heart was broken and one thing that I rememeber at those moment was her green neckerchief. I'm in ruins. / Oh my God!!! He did it! He killed her!.. I'm next. I'm afraid.. / every day we feel a lot of emotions, that hidden in our soul, and when we are provided in a different situations we forget about smth that inside. We forget about our soul.