In a state where even the gravitation could be doubted and accepted as an exception. My nose leaking, eyes blurred out, lips dried, a thirst of warm communication is dehydrating, a gentle stroke through my hair is missing and words that would like to be said are stuck somewhere in the lung level. When the control is left behind and small wishes seem to be emphasized. All that dizziness and buzz of thoughts marching down the grey brain cells. Seeking for sadness and loneliness. Not for good and not for a fulfillment. Just because the common sense says that you have to hit the bottom to resist and raise is not a total truth. Just because the common sense says that you have to get your dose of attention everyday to be happy is not a total truth. Nor total nor truth do not exist.
I should be happy for that
