beautiful, beautiful world! i keep talking to people that hurt me inside of myself. sometimes screaming and crying, sometimes laughing, at them and with them, sometimes i don't really care. they are silent. i do the talking.
fear keeps trying to assault me, i watch it. it's a game that has a real threat behind it. it's a silent circle of our steps. looking each other in the eyes, i'm the prey, fear is the predator.
i am so happy to be alive lately, it's unreal. this happiness has nothing to do with the objective reality of my routine, it comes from the inside, from a deep source of energy. the rest is just crumbs.