Time runs like crazy. I sleep less. I dream more. Water is colder. Ideas more numerous. Eyes more red. Face more sad. Emotions stronger . like whirls. tears harsher. air is cold cold cold. grin like sarcastic painters.
showers are longer. Water is harsh. Old dreams haunt more. Sour taste in my mouth. I miss things, i condamn my wishes. Blessed be, oh , dear writer! you're my only escape this days.