And the days go by.

I close my eyes to find nothing, just the world of constant anxiety.

Closing and opening them makes me live in two separate worlds. And, they are friends.

I stand at the end of the tram, observing how the past develops in the tracks as we drive fast.

Plum cakes are always the ones one should share. Even when the guests do not arrive.

I want to feel like I deserve to buy this and this. Without feeling guilty that beauty is possession of mine.

Live, and do not look back.