Sometimes to be an observer - is the only way to survive in a big city. Thousands of people surround you and at the same time you may be alone. The matter is not that nobody cares. They do. Still people come and go, they appear in your life - like flashes.
I became weak last month. I'd almost lost this ability to leak through the crowd. My head was spinning and my brain melting. Now I'm getting better. No more big cities for Artmas.
Using a knife as a screw driver may break it. Some things are created with special purposes. Misusing them could effect unexpected results. Things taken from other minds could destroy my own.
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Sometimes I think, that all I have in my mind, it's just stolen.
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