I don't think that much
I just feel the irony in being here
I don't deduct a lot of grieve
I just add the hours of light to being me.
I don't create my surroundings
I just except the illusive dimensions that are
I don't beg for love and compassion
I just offer my heart-unlocking key.
I don't shout so loud
I just whisper convinced I'm not noticed anyway
I don't watch that far ahead
I just see my footsteps fading away in history.
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Wednesday, February the 22nd, day 53 by the year 2017. "You are one of those many new patients who suffers from a de-standardisation ... -
That nervous making moment, suddenly appeared, fallen unexpectedly from the blue Portuguese sky. The moment where all tentacles of overstret...
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Wednesday 1 March 2017. It’s silent on the lonely hill, quieter still than normal in the early hours. There is a cup of coffee and a piece...
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