the doors are closed and i am inside the room...
i don have any key to go out in the sun....
Darkness and a complicated kid trying to behave like a man...
Viewfinder is kinda murky now...the net is mellowed from its own search...the phone network...have a new phone now....but the phone is looking like the bride waiting for her man...
Paintings talking to each other about the abortion of the new member...
5 walls looking at each other...they are still connected...windows are hidden behind the curtains...now there is no flower in the balcony.....
oxygen is evaporating slowly...heart is pumping...blood pressure is going insane...i have to see a doctor tomorrow...he might announce my well being...or he might indicate the path to the land of the unheard...pills are on the card...
i might get sleep then...i might sleep...
About Me
- Belusurdas
- I am trying to recover, like someone who is meant to commit suicide, but then he banks for the bank because the water is too cold. - Vincent Van Gogh
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