2020.11.25.
Darkness, my old friend
It's nice to sitin the darkness
Alone
The silent ticking of the clock in the kitchen
To sit
To know that everything is well, no particular hurry
Stomach's full
To sit quietly in this capsule, it's as if time's standing still
By swims
A thought, another, and a third, slowly
A hermeneutically sealed state, which could last forever
Bubble of serenity,
soft, not hard, comfortable and cozy
Fuck, my glasses broke