You get stubborn. You make the words punches. You throw them out in the air. For the people to hear. You tighten your teeth. Human pain. Compatible with fate. For a while you lose the sounds around you. You're wrapped in your own defeat. You get isolated. One more defeat. Your own one. A smile remains frozen. It did not had the time to be erased.
Σκέψεις. Δημιουργούν παρέλαση λέξεων. Ζευγαρώνουν εικόνα αυτές.
Επετειακή επανάληψη. Χαρίζει κάθε εβδομάδα. Κίνητρο που δεν ξεθωριάζει.