domingo, 6 de agosto de 2017

06-02-17

We are all searching for a magical cure
A miraculous recovery
A medicine to all evils
To feel good
A rare herb
A nice tea
A prayer
A brand new, not-tested Big-Pharmaceutic new drug
But there isn’t
There isn’t a thing that holds the power to fix life
To make it clear, understandable
Logical
Linear
Nothing to make it better
Much to make it worse
There is no cure
Or the only one there is, a placebo
A trick of the mind to make the entity of our existence to work for themselves
A placebo effect on life
On pain

On me.  

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07-09-2018

I feel bitter I feel like a dirty old rag that only bickers I should get that whiskey to feel as shitty as I deserve