czwartek, 6 marca 2014

say something

There is such a moment when the pain is so huge that you can't breathe. This is such a clever mechanism. I think, repeatedly practiced by nature. You suffocate, instinctively you rescue yourself and for a moment you forget about the pain. You are afraid the apnea will return and owing to this you can survive.

Maybe it's not the most important to want to go to bed with someone, rather want to get up the next morning and have tea together?

[...] I'm drunk. Only a bit from wine. Mostly from reminiscences.