the deadly footnote
small - writings

it was not so long ago when i thought it was all so gorgeous and true. and then i remember living the hard hit it is to realize it will not be how you had expected it. i became this shy, hopeless piece of puppet that could not set its mind. i just could not hold on to anything or anyome. it hurts to remember how lost i was and how no one could see it, but so life goes and here i am, quite glad to be here. i guess the processing time is over, time to finaly act. and share and feel.

then i said

listening
timber timbre

reading
tropic of cancer - henry miller

watching
la faute a fidel

what?
200 things
bla bla
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