Dream brother, my killer, my lover/happy birthday


I do not know why people tend to poison with their words. Phrases are being absorbed like carbon monoxide through my nostrils. I have been on a carrussel ride lately, the ones you will only see in horror films. My balance is always being restored, more or less, though, despite the imprints which are being left on my canvas. I can handle that. Let yourself go, go with the flow. Writing and painting is my remedy.
Flagged floors and hip-hop music, and you are vanished for more than half a year.

Listening to: Κωνσταντίνος Βήτα - Μιράντα

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