the poison is outside of me,

I’m detoxed.

there are no other people’s ideas in here.

My foolish will is in charge!

My desire,

the pleasure of creating,


This is my salvation.

The poison,

of who told me,

all those bad things,

it’s out of me.




You have nothing to do with it,

but thank you.

I questioned myself,

it’s true,


but maybe I have to do it to please me.

You made me discover so many things,

and I’m always sorry again …

But now I have the key to improve myself,

I told you,

but then you started ignoring me.

It was nervousness that told me,

I write too much,

I think too much,

I write here on purpose,

to empty your thoughts,

you know?