Hi, this is me. "Me" is my only answer and my only interest.
My thoughts weight as stones.
Sometimes is better to smoke them away.
You might ask yourself if that's really the best way to deal with them.
I'm bloody sure, you little b***h !
Nobody will never now how right I am since I'm the only one beholding that secret.
I'll just let these explosions in my head (vulgarly called intuitions) float away and reach someone else.
After all I could make someone happy, that way. Couldn't I?
Gravitating towards new orbits, exiting the borders of the self.
Letting facts hit me, letting them impress me deeply.
Astonishing me to the point of feeling void.
Ready to not see and withdraw.
Ready to look back and feeling homesick, with thoughts heavy and precious like pearls.
