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?

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