I dont really know, how to collect n write some experiences out of my mind. at night when we go into darkness, I see light coming from some place. World is not at bad as it seems, when you are all alone. Blood, it streams down my viens, when I experience the art...

when that child holds his fathers hand, in bycycle thief,
or when Eddie Vedder cries out.
some photos I see, makes me weak.
When John Frusciante reaches that point of extremity.

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