Exposing myself to histories that
have struck psychological nerves:
Tales of slavery
facing death among hatred of fellow humans
Tales of ghosts
battling with paranormal past-lives of energy
Tales of love
the road of self-sacrifice for shared passion
Tales of reality
knives guns and fears of those unable to cope
Tales of the present
understanding life in a world which condemns the moment

In eighteenth century cafes
the question out the windows force a choice:
frigid sunshine
warm gloom

Knowing everything and nothing
are the same;
do not wanna disappoint
while always set-up in the position to do just that

These stories come from life
only adding pressure to my carefree exhaustion

 

 

 
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(written with pen on paper)