It is enough with one, only one simple reaffirmation and the vase gets overflowed. Now it is possible to travel back to the marshlands the same as traveling to Mars. Illusions renew cells as no remedy made by humankind. But it manifests in dripping shape, randomly and sporadic. I hung out the washing, day after day, with the wish that it would rain over it. Permanent is the desire but those drops are still not falling, loving it to try to be persuaded. Everybody is looking at me puzzled, like life couldn’t go on if I don’t complete the pattern. It shouldn’t matter, I don’t want to show off, making everybody see how beautiful my underwear looks. The season begun and the rifles were recharged to shoot the passing by unaware future victims. I chew the bullets and laugh at moments, whispering over their heads as giving off an inky breath. I am prepared for the assault, I got sheltered behind a barricade of pages. I have the plan of trepanning their craniums surreptitiously. Discourage strives to manifest as the guard lowers, that is the moment, the gray hour, the succession of happenings outcome morning, that I was cured from sleep apnea. At least for what is left of the day munitions fatten up my chamber. Enough to embrace the top of the world, differing form of full satisfaction, labeled as homemade delight. Inspiring one finger shove, thanks for being there in the right place at the right moment. Without you, the stealing of all those unrepeatable moments, wouldn’t have joined my wonderful list of non-punishable social disorders. B_Nour
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