Time of thinking.

Time for ourselves.

Time for doing what we forgot.

Is it a curse? Maybe. Or perhaps we are the curse and all of this is because of us.

We have no more time. We are judged. Maybe we’ll be free. Maybe not. Surely something will change. It’s already changing.

What do we have to do?!

I have to protect my love. Take care of them. In the meantime, I escape… in a place that is mine alone. Without space and time. Without anxiety and fear.

Because it is only mine.