Where are you going, rest of the world...
What if the keyboard of my life doesn't let me type the question mark.
What if where I come from and where I'm going are the same place.
What if I see better when I can't really see with my eyes.
What if it's all wrong and we must start again.
It's ok.

I will have existed even if you don't read me and don't listen to my songs.

pUnIsHmEnT

The thing I most feared from my mother, like a mortal spear wound, were the words MAI PIU'.

where did I see you befoe

Sometimes I get the feeling that some characters in my life are being played by the same actors, only in further disguise.