not take it anymore.
I need to give us a stop.
I need many, many things.
Especially all those who had been distorted.
And those who fail and which would need an unspeakable at the moment, do not even seem to be priorities.
It is strange, and it is a continued repression of their being themselves.
dark times?
Of course it's always too late to be done, what is really needed.
It is always easy .. I do not even need to strive ..
Just open eyes.
And I know, but apparently I can not see it, let alone pass it, or maybe it is not the same.
But apparently dark times .. no?
I love and ever more intensely but ..
hurts too much to love in the total uncertainty that we can all
break into a thousand pieces.
Once the food, or food, or continue to try to weaken
until the puzzle is not clear until the pieces have no desire to reward kissing.
When the one hand there is this possibility,
the end,
this thought is still present, then the other
there will never be the strength and certainty,
there will never be a smile or a gentle,
only fear and coldness.
Phase rock.
Tetrafarmaco imperfect.
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