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Exhausted I sit, letting my arms fall into the deepest fatigue, stretching those heavy legs now unable to sustain my own clumsy body. My mind, evenly tired, takes a rest, stops wondering about flying pigs and is finally feeling  released.

 

Everything is silent while a tender guitar melody plays inside my head. Now the imagined world vanishes for a second, for a minute ... forever.

 

I smile for my broken life and ...

 

 

...well, this could be how it happened.

Essence