There is no end and I exist. My eyes question me. All I do is existing and looking at the mirrors. I serve myself, my brain, my conscience, my legs, my stomach and my skin. All I make is “me”. Now I will interrupt you. You can not stay in silence anymore. Wanna…
I gave up finding fault with the world. It did not let go of me. I do not appreciate the cosmos. Such a bad idea. I do not know how to explain my trouble. I don’t want to know it. Every Sunday, I used to go to Mars. Never felt I belong to…
They are memories or not? New memories are born in me. The memories are stories, that is all. I’m beginning and begging to understand. All of the memories were just made up by me. I had imagined them in my daydreams. Suddenly I began to understand that I had created all of the…