03.01.2017
I try to avoid writing about reality because I am scared of being a romantic or give thoughts to current experiences. Unexpectedly the silence has stopped being uncomfortable, the loneliness is no longer there, my hands are warm and the air ceased to be painful when the lips speak about the future. The present is a pleasure that transforms how we live, how we die, how I disguise my words so they do not show how together feels like.