Today's Drivel

Whatever

You say this way is loaded with dangers, and I notice the word "loaded." However, while they are implicitly deeper than the result, they cling like black stickers pasted to the sky. Up to this point, the echo, down the corridors, passages and domestic interiors, has been both connected and freely moving, and I'm surprised by the places that are far from everywhere, which move automatically to the outside. Can't you see? Tomorrow is the end. Don't try to start the car or stop the wrinkling of the sky. Don't try to block the cataract of tears.