I get things done. cheaply. I help friends in need just like you. I cry, sometimes. I am not the one that is giving you advices. Cause I am just like you, but since you are not physically me. I can see and say who you are. The same way you see me and say who I am. It hurts. It's painful. It's the loneliness in a conversation. The rain when you talk to the phone. The fucking answering machine when she does not pick up, but mostly it is you trying to make sense of life. You want it to make it melancholic? it will be. You want it to make it sexual? it will be. You want it to make it meaningful for others? it will be. It's just a matter of choice. It should not be anything else.
Use your fear as a fuel, not as an excuse.
Photo by Eva Truffaut
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