IF I DIE, YOU BREATHE FOR ME. IF YOU DIE, I'LL BREATHE...
Written by Francesca N O'Keefe

If I die, you must continue breathing for me. If you die, I must continue living for you. Life must be passed by people to the people we love. I am so glad I can write stories. And pass it to the next generation. Writers are timeless. We don't get old. We don't die. Writer is a thinker that never dies. Not only me! One night The guy in a pink pajamas invited me to his house told me so too. I seek through the old books on his shelf that he was inherited from his Grand Dad. He poured me a nice whisky. This home was comfortable with a nice white couch. A night before this sexy man in Pink Pajamas fell a sleep on a chocolate crumbs. How sweet! There was a stain on the couch. That's how I figured. "1001 things you should know about" a serious book was on his shelf in the bathroom. So many Gowns 5 of them were hanged in the bathroom. No liquid soap. Hmm interesting. He turned on his big Flat Screen Tv. Put on the channel aquarium where there was only a nice music and fish. Then he made me talk and opened my mouth. Poor him. For two hours we had discussed quantum theory instead kissing. Yes I sat on a chocolate too I guess. According to the sexy man in pink pajamas. Time travel is possible only with our thoughts. According to him there's a dimension of time and a place. Now here is my question. Is love could be consider a thought? And will I meet again the sexy man in Pink Pajamas in different dimension of time and a place?

BACK TO BACK GOOD BYE! written by Francesca N O'Keefe

Back to back our love story must be a major grammar mistake. I am all framed in every position you can ever imagine. I am going again. I stop tagging you to my stories. I was in to short stories. These days I’m in to writing a book. Some old man once told me talking about too much I's might be considered humiliation. However talking about you is so boring and pointless. So I shall stick to my I's, and you should stick to your I's......

It's endlessly raining and then snowing. What a mix? Obama won! I won! However the economy is the same. Anywhere around the world the sun sets and rises the same way. If you see a different look please take a picture and send it to me. I'll keep it in my file. I don't know what to write you while closing your chapter and stop clinging the idea of you. I know how it feels to be a man in love in this world. But you can't even second-guess, how it feels like to be a woman in love. My tears, desires, going a way's coming back's, my wildness could've ended one sentence between your lazy lips. Simple...We're back-to-back I am taking the last train out of Istanbul to Ankara. Maybe Istanbul is back back to Ankara saying good bye. And I will always remember your last look in bizarre way, discovering I could be without you. Your mind will get it together. You lost me. First time in my life I feel like I won me...So this is my good bye to you. I hope you find a nice girl, just because you asked, she will cook two types of omelets for you in the morning. I hope when you have a break up with her, you find another girl to tell your bad news. I hope you will be very happy as many as beds you like to stride through rest of your life and as long as you like to live as a pavement flower of other beds...