The picture

It´s funny that I got that picture when I was supposed not to appear on it.

It´s funny that, instead of saving it at the end of the drawer, I put it on the wardrove and so I can see it every single day.

It´s funny that I look at you all and imagine that you are fighting to achieve your dreams.

It´s funny that after all, I can still think about you with love when I think I should be feeling hate.

It´s funny that I can not remember anything from those years but I still smile when I see each of us posing happily between the trees.

And I should laugh, but I can´t. And it´s sad but it doesn´t matter anymore.