i m writing to you from the land where your incessantly setting words turn their face to the death. Neither what i told you before, nor what i will tell you from now on.. dont listen to them this time either. My soul is exhausted from being swallowed by the walls which crumble with every step i take, from bearing the fury of being ignored for nights. I feel so drowsy that i cant be the hero of any fairy tale. you are like your heart which you withhold from your voice. Acting in the hope to load some meaning to your presence, you get close to the nothingness, somehow. However, this was not the end of the trip i started towards you. It shouldnt be this way. You cant give up, you shouldnt have.
