I am lying on the cold sand. My body is cold. There is a reason why I am not moving, why I am not asking for help. I am watching the sky. It is blue and reminds me so much of you. The sound of flowing bullets is now gone and the world becomes too pale. Patience. When I was a little boy my father required me to be patient. I did not know why he wanted this, but I do know why I want it now. Patience is the thing you need when you can not have what you desire. And I can not have you. Not anymore.

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Probably the hole in my arm is so serious and by the time they find me, my blood will be running out. I know it. But I am patient. I can lie and watch the sky that so painfully reminds me of you while the blood is running out through the split. At least until the moment I lose consciousness.

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The army thought me a lot. Just as much as my short meeting with love did. But no matter what, I am praying to wait for the last time. I am praying this is my last moment of patience because after a second when the dark consumes me, you will be gone, together with me. You, who is more harmful stuck in my heart than every bullet I have ever taken.

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I am an American soldier, a member of the United States army. I am trained to be disciplinary patient. I am stabbed in the arm and I am lying on the ground a minute or so. I have been hit before, but this time is different. I am looking at the sky that have the color of your blue eyes and I want this to be my end. I want it to be over, baby. I can not have you anymore, but I do know now I should not yearn for you. And without yearning for you, the patience I have means nothing. It is nothing other than waiting for the end.

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I am an American soldier, a member of the United States army. I am trained to be disciplinary patient. I am stabbed in the arm and I am lying on the ground a minute or so. I have been hit before, but this time is different. And while I am loosing consciousness, I realize the difference.. is you.

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**** New project. Soon. xX

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