it is a cruel month - no holidays but for just one weekend, a lot of work and no dreams.
the last is killing me, this loss of hoping, of believing. Am I too old already? I don't know, I don't need to find out, I don't care.
It is mid August, everyone is out of Athens and i am trying to recover.
Splendid. All of a sudden, my great immune system just decided to shut down.
As my heart. Literally almost, and metaphorically mostly.
There is just this hope, the tomorrow is still safe hidden. Surprises may be en route.
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