by atma anna christ
The child had a sense of fear
The weather was humid
food allergies and all
In this time and space my mind doesn’t exist
It is an instrument of calculation we need to calculate
It is an instrument of plot do we need paranoia?
It is the weather that makes my thinking not the other way
It is food that makes my feeling or not
But nothing yes nothing is true if you insist to include the time factor
Today we are saying goodbye to friends we will be with enemies…
Thank Gaia 