Our world is corrupted.
Humans kill humans.
The planet is sick.
Infected by a virus : humanity.
Utopia, dreams, hope.
Illness, pain, despair.
Existence, fractals, time.
White Rose was right, we spend our time chasing after it.
Time is only a conception imagined by humans, to control.
But existence is out of control, harmony and chaos are in constant disorder ;
On the smallest leaf of a clover, drops sparkle in the moonlight.
Neither big nor small, neither rich nor poor, is deprived of the shine of the sky.
Things are like that.
We're in 2022.

[Listening to : Prelude E Minor op28 n°4]

Focusing on art.
Learning new words.
Ascii art.
Playing piano.
Making videos.
Having a stable mental state.
Drawing on digital and also on paper.
Smoking less.

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scriptum cogitationes of pumpkin-ninja


Heaven entrusted your heart to me
When you're in pain
Come to me without worry    
I will show you the way    
But I can't touch your hand  
Friend, I am Solitude  

The heart is empty              
The sky is empty                
The head is empty               
The heart is too empty          
There is a Universe in the heart
All pretend                     
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You have the look of a wounded animal
Whose wounds never heal
Your gaze unsettles me
Never leave
Stay away from fire
Take care of yourself