Sometime. The light diminishes. You are lost again. A shithole. Become your house. It offers you punishment. It releases. Duties. Goals. Fade. Hope annihilates. Until two hands bring you on the surface. Free to count again. Happiness. Sadness. To overcome your loss. To continue asking. Like it’s the first time.
Σκέψεις. Δημιουργούν παρέλαση λέξεων. Ζευγαρώνουν εικόνα αυτές.
Επετειακή επανάληψη. Χαρίζει κάθε εβδομάδα. Κίνητρο που δεν ξεθωριάζει.