I need to think
But the smell of tobacco relaxes me, makes me want to forget, be quiet.
Sweet music makes me cry, the piano makes me anxious. Strong music makes me tremble and drown.
The steam from the bathtub makes it difficult to breathe, and I like it.
The people noise invites me to observe and feel mute.
The silence in my room at sunset is the only thing that works. Only in it I can remember, clarify and accept. That's why there's no more silence in my room, just tears.
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R. Smut.
