no, I can't write anymore
it isn't right, can't you see?
Can anyone just look at me
for a second, please, maybe for centuries or
million miles?
what a hell, what am I saying?
there are enough questions, you would cry. enough doubts, I could stop
but I can't write and be stuck again
it's not fair, bullshit, like karma dharma
living to pay my endless sentence
What is my problem? what's wrong with me?
maybe I'm writing to myself this time,
time is not the answer
and there is no inquiring about that
Let' me see, Mr Time, let all go now.. I'm happy as I can be, no matter how.
Saturday, June 07, 2014
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