It’s raining in my head again. I waited a couple of hours by the shore, but after a while I realized that they might not have planned to come, I started counting the minutes spent outside with songs, there were about 50 songs, it was the waiting. but I’m not upset, maybe this is what happens when you spend too much time in your head and not in reality. sometimes I think: knowing my own mechanics prevents other people from understanding, is there a limit to emotional understanding that I do not know about? I know my favorite color and have lost the ability to understand the reason why other people cry. I know what I’m upset about, but it’s starting to make other people angry. I don’t want to be an empty vessel for others to fill with their inner cities. I don’t understand, maybe now that I don’t understand anymore, someone else can.

finally, everything turned black and looks better, chic. I’ve never liked white in digital form, he’s not white at all. 

just numbers with ABCD stamps.