Two years at Ghost City: there is no life, no vibrant life, here…. it’s at least after sunset a dead place…..and it pains me and astonishs me living again in such frost….
I was thinking people with handicap and physical problems are maybe more relaxed more lively and independent….
But there is not so.
Obviously I am the only one who is filled with power and vibrance because each day could be my last.
They offending me with their appearance of sleep and agonie.
I need Beauty to be able to shine myself!
Where, Raven, where could I move and find life?
And would I bear it?