The instinct.

The instinct.

In my homeless time I was analyzing myself a lot. Wishes and needs from the past , seemed to be from another world , almost something that made my smile! A cup of hot tea could’ve be the meaning of happiness! The thing is that , wishes , desires are like a chain-reactions : once you started , even with only one , is gettin’ harder and harder to stop , you just want more and more , another one and another one , thinkin’ that you will reach that ultimate ”desire” called happiness! Fuck no!!!

Is a long idea and i’m really bored now. Maybe another time i will tell you more!

For Maureen , with love!

I miss you!


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