It’s about that day, with the cigarette

I still have stars beneath, don’t worry.

I can’t answer why (sth) is or what (sth) is. Just “no”.

self-destruction --------------- no.

[a deep feeling of understanding, or

trying to recover from some points of

view I bought… not bad, maybe sad

(many of my) “sometime learning” era]

it’s not a habit. it’s nothing.

not me, not a concept, not a rebellion.

-          A letter in a night. Probably, in march.