when is it now
mercredi 11 juin 2014
nothing more than a week
nothing
more than a week or one hour, so that's more than an hour before it is
done, because here it's hot, it makes me fall down, and then I spend
hours telling me it
is still acceptable, because when we can still speak it means you are
alive, so how to be how to say, you know, not, well it does not matter
what I want to try is
to put all the chances on my side, you see the light there is an
unknown source, as if everything was long gone, I wonder how we can go
that far, not that I gene
not I look that's all I do and then I go into another room and told me
that one day I might see what it is and then I move on to something else
can, because everything here is
closed, I understand that I must go on tiptoe, otherwise it will make
too much noise, so in silence I move more and more like someone who
needs to see what it's like when you're busy,
what I miss, you know, it's a cat or a dog that could play with me, but
eventually it bother me because it must also take care of, so I prefer
to do nothing, then go back here
is what I do and when it's time for a meal tray appears at the window, I
do not see anyone bring it, this is an interesting meal, there is meat,
vegetables ,
good dessert like I was sentenced to hang, but it surprised me because
it's been that I eat well, so you care about me, and it comforts me even
though I do not know why you care me without speaking to me
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