…Then I don't want to forget one, The one with the glittering arrows, the magical little one: Eros.
I have been pretty tense for the past two years. The time, The moderated without Eros, She hurt with, She made the waste of my last ten years ten times…..
But Eros likes soft minds, and do not return, gives, where something is at stake….
—- So he will remember, One of the better, I agree. And, At least eros, Had the strength to initiate developments in me…. who knows, where I could have developed….
On Farewell: He has become so much part of life, that maybe I will still wean him and completely forget. I have such an idea….
…. that the days of my clarity are over, and, that I don't experience any of my lucid moments, And that the windows of my perceptions will be closed.
That is also the reason, which is why I the last four, Five chapter pages simply no longer end. Because the windows a year 2025 have closed for me…
…..Calling the force, that lets me vibrate, Is a star, with which I am no longer connected. I have been so much about my physical and nervous borders for the past two years, that my body falls back into his sick materialistic self, no longer comes up- This extra, that I had to raise, To climb despite a sleeping metabolism, again u again…. and beyond….
My brain reminds me of that, What could bring dementia with it, It rushes. Whatever happens in it: It seems an unattainable organ related to a post -infectious triggered CNS disease. Is it now, that the damage in the brain is noticeable, Where the beginning of the disease 30 Years ago? What happened? This will never be informed. I do not like that. I do not like that, not to know, What made me a job in life….
No, That means yes, I want, If it was already too late for life in the middle of it, The many things, who belong at the end, like saying goodbye and, have completed me, Before I give up my senses for such/I lose it…
… already forgot, What I wanted to go out.