@MOONEYSMARTIST 

There is no more sympathy in people, it's as if they had only one road to travel and they already live it on the threshold of the finish line, the best comes when, even the first to throw in the towel wins a prize as first place. We look like runners, in the corridors... we are not at the Olympics and even if it were of whom, for what, and then? What's the fun of playing alone? There's no room for anything or anyone, only the questions of those who are self-made are asked, in the sense, in the dark, your fake street lamp coincidentally illuminates only your few filthy things and when Luna goes away, people then slander, I am simply alone and also the only one , since the hands pulsate while the Sun rises. And so I started walking wearing only the weight of my defeats, heel, toe, heel toe! ©