i want to be discovered not analyzed.
but, well.
i can do this myself.
both.
either i really kill myself or i lift slowly ,very slowly,
veil for veil of sadness,
and light can shine inside.
my own is not enough anymore, maybe, maybe.
i may write another book or paint or just dream,
it doesn't matter.
my life is an art by itself, always on the ledge.
either i fly or i fall.
“Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?”
A. Camus
I had thought about it, deeply, decided for the coffee...
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