I am writing while I am feeling, this text will be put down tonight. Three last seconds to think, you can choose who you want to remember, or what. And when I calm down it’s like pictures behind my eyes. I lost the zapper, stuck in, continuous loops. What happens when you’re leaving and you left no positive mark? What happens when you’re leaving and nobody sees your footprint because you didn’t leave one? Egoistic phantasms in endless loops. You’ll never know what’s life when you had no feelings of death sometimes.
released May 13, 2013
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