MAIA SOLIS
Impossible.
That's the only word on my mind since my eyes caught the image of that exuberant, beautiful and humiliatingly perfect woman. She's like a heroine in an action movie, a secret agent who's on a mission and even the blinking of her eyes is planned. She speaks, thinks and acts. For the love of God, I wasn't that. I felt that I wasn't capable of doing, it because as soon as it appeared my brain disintegrated. It turned to crumbs and must have been blown away by the wind. I couldn't even find a train of thought, it was so knotted. It described the shock, the despair and the desire to run away. Drinking seemed like a good option because the reality that was spitting in my face was very unpleasant. But I wouldn't be sane and I would probably do something very bad that coul
