Pain.
Someday I'll tell you
How two blind men walked towards each other
They met in the desert.
They walked together and separated.
Everyone thought - it wasn’t me who missed him - not me, - no - no,
I couldn't miss her - I couldn't,
It's him - it's her!
Traumatology of love.
I kept thinking about whether to write or not to write... and so I decided, like in the old days
climb the devil's horns. I met her by chance, her name was
FREEDA, alas! Where there is talent, there are always problems. I don't
loved her, she didn't love me. So what are we for each other?
called?
Alexander Lowen (American psychiatrist), once wrote,
How difficult it is to understand the schizoid personality structure. But here
paradox! Two schizoid people understand each other freely.
Isn't that what it's all about?
I didn't like her, but it's still worth explaining. Passion is not for me
what. I know - passion is pain. I want peace in love. I want peace.
She wanted sublime feelings and just love. Not for anyone
secret - it’s hard for me to imagine myself with a woman. Almost not
perhaps, but with her it’s easy. Why? She was annoyed that I
I saw a woman in her and directly told her about my desire. Yes I am
crazy, I know. They don’t do that, but I’m SLIP!
I haven't seen her for just a week. Just a week of trying to forget.
I wander in my dreamsand I work a lot, trying to distract myself. One day we
were a little closer than just acquaintances, but then one appeared,
The one she was looking for may not be the one at all. She stood with
him, she smiled.
I did this... just one day I kissed her at a bus stop and said,
- Good luck!
She said she didn't understand me. Maybe I should have hanged myself
or at least cry. But I couldn't. After all, I don’t love her even a hundred times
I repeat this to myself once a day. Even now I think what
banal story. Nothing special. Except...I don't care
women, but she!
I know what the problem is, I haven't been able to get through it.
We didn’t really communicate, but rather shouted at each other from different planets.
It seems like there was no emotional impulse.
What can I say, I’m 23, I’m a boy. I don't know how
to look after, I don’t know how to love, I was afraid of her and now I’m reaping what
what I sowed. I look at others and see her, I wish I could do all this quickly
passed. I want to leave her alone, let her fly, beautiful white
bird!
FREEDA - you are free!
I don't know how to communicate with people. You know how Mr. BIN walked
on your first date? He sat down with her in a restaurant and just
was silent for half an hour. Then he asked to go to the toilet. When I returned,
was silent again. This is what a date is like. Believe me, I had everything and
even worse.
Fear is me!
Fly high!Find him!
Be happy!
Forgive me for everything!
Sometimes I feel like I'm ready to kill her. I read her poems and
seems in love. I look at her and see the wrong person
that he composed them. But our acquaintance actually began with
these very verses. I didn't even notice her at the beginning. Read
her poems and understood - mine! Then I prayed to my gods for a meeting. But
So I met it and so what. How does it happen that they seem similar
people seem to have everything for happiness. But the trouble is, it feels like
that these poems were written by another woman, unknown to me.
I think I hate her, or...
All I can do is watch her play. She's walking with
bespectacled, I see. I imagine myself as a spectator watching TV, and
my life is just someone's grotesque performance. PAIN - what
the exact title of this writing.
If it weren't for creativity, I could have fallen into sin. Suicide
it's a sin. I'm a boy, she needs a man! I look at the bespectacled man and
I think it’s really this man. Yes, I could hit him in the face
(fucking smash) but who am I kidding that this will change. To whom and
I should be slapped in the face, it’s for my fear of a woman!
Fear is me!
Forgive me white bird!
SLIP.
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