There isn't anyone.
There is no cure for any of my illnesses or problems in all areas of life.
We're all going to die one of these random days.
Poetry and thoughts, many times darkened due the shadows of reality. I've published a book with love poems: https://www.amazon.com/Love-Compilation-selected-poetry-greatest/dp/B09WYVJQQ2 @soniacostacampos
There isn't anyone.
There is no cure for any of my illnesses or problems in all areas of life.
We're all going to die one of these random days.
Stop sorting everybody you've ever loved into lost / leaving / might leave / didn't come back / perhaps still remembers me.
For a few hours, nobody needs to be interpreted.
Not him.
Not anyone.
Not the universe.
Not the eclipse.
Not the eye.
Not even you.
Just sleep