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.
Lonely ride. You spend hours. You cry for love. You leave the gates wide open. Without fear. To feel alone.
Σκέψεις. Δημιουργούν παρέλαση λέξεων. Ζευγαρώνουν εικόνα αυτές.
Επετειακή επανάληψη. Χαρίζει κάθε εβδομάδα. Κίνητρο που δεν ξεθωριάζει.