I got weed and I’m up on the roof, listening to my soundcloud. The song Cave is on. Brightly sunny but windy. I’m in my old high school jacket. It says on the back: You are what you should fear. It’s from a Marylin Manson song.
I’ve started writing again in my book yesterday. Scenes, short and to the point. One from the reality of my heroin, another from my reality, the narrator. And so on. I think.
And I miss you. I talked about us a little last night with Lina here on the roof. She was upset- asking me what do You mean to Me. I told her you’re my twin, and tried to explain where I think I am right now- in this life.. This reality. From the position of the narrator…
She understands what I mean. My sister has been listening to my point of view in life since she could communicate. Probably since before my high school phase. The moon is almost full and last night was cloudy, a bit windy, and drizzly. When I saw the moon reappearing from behind the clouds I thought it would look magical. I caught it three times or so. I was living in Now. Taking a break from reality it seems and just explaining to my sister- my therapist- what I think is happening in the world from the prospective of my world. 
Two nights ago I was with my brother. I was telling him how much I like the position of narrator and joked about that they should give me a salary. And in my mind I prayed to them to help me keep me above the waters of realty. Because I really want and must do my job. 
They promise snow in a couple of days.