flowers, a meadow where I can run and lie down without fear of being sucked by
animals, but it does not exist, it is a dream that I do when I am ready to give
to anxiety, it happens from time to time, despite the catastrophic evolution of my body
can not continue to have nothing in view, it is close, I feel it will go
well, I count the hours, everything was fine, it changes, I do not think having to get up
the morning with a body that suffers, but there is life, I can not help it, everything is there to
send me a grave, but before I take the rest of my time to continue
to push the second to let me go in the middle of passing time today
today, why not stay in today, not sit in the same age
place for years, having no notion of time, a fixation for long
as for the sleeping beauty sleeping 100 years without changing his body is
a story for children, the human body is strong but one day he becomes weak,
everything falls apart, it was okay, I realize now, all these days I
past without worrying about me, and now I see the sand flowing in the tube, if I
see, I can say that after all is peace, when the body is not breathing
between an unknown light on earth, because life is burning, it destroys everything
we touch, humans are not at peace, they like war, then why fight
one might expect and understand what is happening, the trouble is they are afraid of each other,
the future, the past that arises when he wants to give us the impression that rate
this, we can not emerge from our life, it weighs on us like a ton
lead that turns into feathers, but the weight remains the same, that is the impression that
changes, these impressions that allow us to live but lead us in the fight,
if we had the chance to see the most, how to get there, it is increasingly hard
I go in the dark, there is no air, I have to concentrate not to panic,
at the end I see a light, I approached, I suddenly have no fear, I sense
me comfort that I had never felt, it is a step forward after, speed,
feel, change, faith, truth, I jump in the air, I come, I go, it is
Again, it's beautiful, it's slow, and suddenly I see what is missing, a relaxation
but before we go any further, I love watching what happens, it is very interesting to see
others do things, I find that often everyone is in place,
It's like a ballet dancers, everyone has a role, it is balanced, it is lovely to be
spectator, I do nothing, I look, I send the information to my brain,
I conclude that life is empty, one step after another, occasionally the sun,
otherwise the rain, mixed feelings, full of emotions, empty
existence, that he is, I do not show, I'm behind my eyes, simplicity
is to think as little as possible and leave all that may come, it is a
training, joys succeed the joys, the joy of breathing, the joy of waking up
it takes a few things, nothing, a few scattered elements, I try to gather
what is essential to me, a consciousness, a vision, an unsurpassable end, a
confidence in life, something fair, lies, anxiety, truth
any beast, and in a year from today, the anniversary of the knowledge,
a step in the search for self, what position, what a relief, I was
prisoner of the past, how do I release the old contradiction, now I know
it's not so bad, I have to commprendre if I have reason to continue, it will take
to me, only I was in the position of mine, an effort to throw the anchor,
this ink is now virtual, every day is beautiful, it does not suffer silently
it comes, it comes, it can be opportunities, it's really amazing, I think
it is better not to go too fast, time is needed to weigh
the pros and cons, it is an exercise that sharpens slowly, there is time to eat,
time to sleep, I must be ready, it is now that it goes one hour
to leave and return without moving, traveling in a particular direction that requires
knowledge of spelling and grammar, then I try to free myself from too
great desire to appear that I'm not, I want to be closer to my doubts,
it comes and it goes, there is no continuity, occasionally I feel strong, to
other times I do not feel anything, which is the door that opens after I turn
round, but I know that there is no other way, we must take everything and then
sort out what's good, it's past time to choose, look, understand, words that
mean something, a desire to live free, an aging body, I swell as
the frog voulair like beef, but I could never cross the
Online, it's a choice, it is a major commitment that does not change with the wind
something heavy to carry, but I'm still strong enough not to fall for each
not, I stand poised between two possibilities, and keep losing, see and touch,
I like to see others, it is a light fun walking and I meet people, I do
do not know, crossing I try to understand what they are hiding, because we all hide
in us an intimate part, the secret part is not easily detectable, it must first
get in trance, why I walk one hour, after an hour, I began to float
it is an impression, but this time I put in a position to pass through
bodies, I can understand what is not said, these children's dreams crushed by
hardness of responsible living