That bit of time, that flies, waiting in the allotted time, the time, of which one says: it's past 12 o'clock,what now? I wish everyone, who can act, conscious and courageous action, joy and vitality, to be active, those, which are only in action: ‘don’t act. Think.'(zizek) And my fellow sufferers, who have been practicing patience for years, by waiting for the power, to get up: may the little movements be delicious and carried on wings

@pwME_wer wouldn't overdo it on glucocorticoids, when it's not him on Bell 30 would pick up? Who is afraid of a fall that high, who watches the passing of the years from the horizontal? who is scared, that once in high spirits he will not return to prison?

(Prednisolone against post-Covid recently gave me a lot of desperate, luxurious hours out of bed, because the power brought me so close to life, how long not, that for many days. I was like a mouse, the one in front of her hole (world) ...