This pen is like a magic wand. I needed to make it accept me. Tame it, listening to music.
I think at some point that I am getting mad.
Breathing heavily at night and after waking up. The days just pile up like the money I don’t have.
I wanna be king, sure. But not alone.
Where is my mind ?
Can’t find a shore
but not loosing hope
I WILL KEEP SWIMMING
Chasing my me, happy swinging cat