That intense these days! Prophetic Culture
Minutes are choking me slowly ready to devour me slowly, destroy, resolute, wild.
I'm at the top of suffocation, an abstract place where you can see no escape routes, is uncomfortable and frustrating.
is a stalemate, which smells of rotting flesh, and when the wound remains open for weeks.
I myself went through these corners, trying to speed up the minutes of the time wanting to do what I wanted.
is somewhat impossible, I'm not chronos, or at least a damn watch, I am one on earth who can use the time but never do.
hours threaten me, every second is a whisper in my ear, I say things unexpected things happen that do not understand, I hope that it remains unpredictable.
love this adventure that can bring the time, so when hatred becomes my straitjacket, warning that they will soon be eleven. We must sleep.
suspicious that I assume will soon be time to walk again, get me these horrible desire to move somewhere that this summit is not suffocating.
Although a bit stupid to hope it is inhuman and not having the fear that the bitterness of inhumanity I go to the head rot, I get to wait with confidence.
Still, nothing is lost. The minutes are lumpy on me, crushing me, is just not go to legs numb me, to whom much is moved not crush time, history will not forget.
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