acute

I feel remorse arises the kind that providence feels about all that exists deaf passion of tears convicted dreams without hate and hate everyone who wrote until me all the writers who got what they want a cold hand keep me to breathe life everything is dying I die ann die I will not write those words ever I don’t belong anymore to life only very vague as a gust of wind that rises suddenly leaves as a harassing anxiety of sorrow like a distant flashback like a woman which I know yes I know her yes I know her very well a woman that will turn back and look at the remains