sanama

There are many hands on the wall. But I have to take mine away. Do you understand?

No, like totally, I was still caught up with the idea of the dragon. And then the flames coming towards me.

I opened my mouth to eat them, to swallow them, to make my belly burn, twisting what the button once scissored away.

Sometimes I think that this could be the solution for everything.

Like a formula or something. Just like the time I dropped acid and thought I had invented a word, which would resolve so many problems. The thing is, I forgot to write down the word.

You wouldn’t believe me anyway, so what’s the point?

The geometrical figure, agent, is alone. But it moves forward. Maybe this world could start being a better place if we believed this. Engaging in change, stop fighting please.

The bus is still full, although it’s almost the final stop.

Truly, the rain is not worth it.