Evarything is magic only by reason that it already happens. I try to see beauty and feel harmony of the world in spite of my box which forced out heart. Can it be possible to forget how to love? Can you imagine desert spread out by emptiness. I don't want any more this fuckin' detectors of facts, of everything around me. I don't want to get information. I want to be inside of it, to realize our unity.
With every wrong step I want love you more not to hate.