Walking breathlessly from my wants. Vain sacrifice. Mirthless life in an unknown time.
Limited. Necessary adaptation to drama. Missing pictures. They are filled by so many before and so many after. Human instinct. It bets on survival.
Endless information. Theories make geometry on it. Pictures you don't ask to get. Theatrical reports of narcissistic announcers. You know. Love is missing.
You stand near you. Listening. Breath, words, movement. You see. You learn who you are. It's not an exercise. It is life.
Σκέψεις. Δημιουργούν παρέλαση λέξεων. Ζευγαρώνουν εικόνα αυτές.
Επετειακή επανάληψη. Χαρίζει κάθε εβδομάδα. Κίνητρο που δεν ξεθωριάζει.