Where are you, Vonko. I miss the person I was when we were together. I miss the person I think you still be.
Forgive me, Kñ
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@willdma
Where are you, Vonko. I miss the person I was when we were together. I miss the person I think you still be.
Forgive me, Kñ
Idk
Seven years ago. When pain was almost an empty word.
The wind of my city’s horrible and I’ve felt so depressed and cool today
Miss me
Twitter is falling. Something that I wouldn’t even thought for a second in the decade that I’ve been living there. Meeting people. Persons who change my point of view. Persons who hurt me, loved me and disappeared. And the last thing now it’s happening again. I’m not scared, I’m petrified. ¿How many mates with no sounding voice I will lost again? ¿What’s gonna happen to all the people that only have twitter like only and first social media?
I miss them too much. Hurts. And I can count all them with a hand. I don’t know if it’s sad or insane. To be alone again. That’s what scares.
I’m just a teenager fallen in a coma, woke up running the lastest steeps to death.
Where are you. Where are the details pushing up this no sense land.
I understand the hate inside of you, K. Meanwhile in the empty inside me your voice still laugh and told me to wait. What will happen if you never come back? I’m not mad. I’m tired and sad. I’ve been forgotten of every land my hands grabbed.
I’m not the one I thought I was.
There’s something in my head
And it kills everything I feel.
Is anything real?
Is this a game I’ve already lost?
One day a train will hit me
Like nothing hit me before.
One day I will be dead
Like I’m now in my head.
Maybe I’ll be better if you want me to be okay
Just stay.
2019
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Dea Underflow
Is anything real?
Is this a game I’ve already lost?
I’m not the one I thought I was.
There’s something in my head
And it kills everything I feel.
Jeanne Dielman, 23, quai du commerce, 1080 Bruxelles 1975, dir. Chantal Akerman.
Nigel Bennet
Angelyne, 1987