No theories, no math, no logics or algorithms. No psichology, biology. Neither numbers nor grammar.
I don’t want to be an idiot. But I know my feelings could be more sensitives and less mind.
I know it’s all in my soul, however my brain tries to control me…
The same music makes me dream, brings me nightmare. Because what I feel isn’t something that it could happens.
I don’t need enemies. I’m my own enemy.