Oh, my mind is fucking me over and over and over again.
Very awfully.
It’s not that I have too much time to think. It’s just that I belong to only one place (not quite but quite anyway). And this place in not located in Pooland.
Flekke, Iceland House, 203, the bed on the left, next to the window
Everything is achievable.
Like universities. A Universe. The Universe. No Universe for me.
It’s just me being unable to consider changing anything in my life at the moment. Vanitas vanitatum et omnia SHIT. I’m terrified by the passing time and no carpe diem or noctem works. I should die right now before I start feeling older and more miserable.
Lingua franca x2
I miss.
Happy Valentine’s Day, ballpen
In case I miss it.
Amen
Tags: Fear
