Give me an answer.
Dying of hyperthermia,
They’ll come back to your death.
Fluffy ball, long beak,
Eggs have hatched.
Mka you’re gone,
Like all the others..
Why did I have hope this time ?
Goodbye, and don’t come back
Please Come Back
To be consciously doomed brings a strange feeling.
Closed bleeding eyes.
Cats live simply,
Too very simply.
This flame within my eyes is lower.
Wings of Freedom,
Motors in the Sky.
“- Hey, come on, he’s already dead.
-I don’t want to ! – We’ll end up just like him”
Tadeh Disnie Sprosergin
Can we really land on our feet from such a height.
Him showing the way, others following,
Him stopping, others trying to push him.
From another dimension.
Mourning every morning, I’ve stopped counting.
I already started sweating.
Choose hyperthermia or hyperydration..