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reset

I take the scooter and go slowly drifting. Toward the, aimlessly. In my thoughts I can not find an outlet, however, until there comes a natural desire. Swimming. I reverse and full throttle to the point where I can get a costume. But it takes too much, now I feel and I know what I want. Shortly after I put the motor and start running. Less than 10 meters and I'm already feeling better. Once again, my body tells me clearly. I have to listen. Always. I am not even realize it happens all by itself, as the double game that I finished yesterday in my first game from first base. And retrace gestures and places where I've been good. The rides, cats, wind roses, strokes, shot caps, ice cream, pancake house, the castle. I do not stop and go beyond. The legs move by themselves, the view s'annebbia and go to where it is not allowed. Collapse on his knees. With satisfaction I see dripping one, two, three drops of sweat, until all the others do not fall to complete the picture on the asphalt. I passed. I think so. I say.

Fate does not exist, but apparently a part of me brought me right here. Not that I wanted to, without anything. And the text messages I received while I was on the ground makes me understand.

Reset: riaccendermi then ceasing.

Now I'm here, on the stone where I spoke with my brother a few days ago. A write into my hole.

The hole lephio: possessed, schizoid, dissociated.

For better or for worse.