Haven’t read a book in two years. Haven’t been anywhere. Haven’t met any artist. Haven’t felt anything exploding inside of me. What will it take to bring me back to life once again. My life isn’t over yet. It’s just torn apart and it keeps tearing up more and more. All these lines probably mean nothing. The sun rises and falls. Our forests catch fire and burn down before dawn. One song finishes and the other begins. The water tank empties itself and fills magically every third day. I am alive by the devil’s grace. I am alive in his heart. I cannot keep track anymore of what all I have lost. He is remembering everything for me. As the night engulfs me, what is left of me, I retire.
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