The most beautiful things I have chosen to live are the ones that knew no future whatsoever. Needless to tell
balls, hope that something will change, a God who is involved whatsoever.
There are no solutions for me, I know, but I still believe, still hope.
Affection is the only thing that I follow now: Love seems to be prevented and myself, amen. Needless to continue fighting against the windmills.
I carry inside a kitchen where you feel anger, pain and screams, which are broken plates and glasses and I'm there, helpless, then as now: There will be new towns, a move or a new job and change my , to stop the pain.
Only I can.
It does not always succeed. I can not always.
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