I have finally faced my loneliness.
Pretending that this was not serious.
It will come and go.
You insist;
'This is not the case!'
But suddenly,
you are feeling
D
O
W
N
.
.
The things that you try to make yourself believe.
On the other hand,
truths.
Things that you believe and don't.
You'll need and you won't.
A, B, C and D sets.
A intersection B.
B intersection C.
A∩B∩C∩D and more.
Hypotenuse, hippocampus, hippothalamus and more.
Common point:
My defences.
Do they intervene here?
Definitely, yes.
My perfect defences.
Like I used to write it down to remember it for future;
'Some of my defences are like baloons. Ready to explode when I fall down. Some of them are so tough, like a stone. It will not understood by out-of-doors, but I will be destroyed by the time I hit the stone. Little of them are like pillows. Pink and soft.'
An empty house.
That's what I needed.
But I can not go there.
My emotions.
I hate it.
The happiness of that house without me...
...it's killing me.
- 'It's not the people in it.'
- 'It's the house.'
Yeah,
keep on.
You are doing well.
- 'You are too distracted!'
- 'Not distracted.
I'm abstracted!'
Love my ignorance.
I've only just began.
