man in catharsis

Minutes are losses to lived stories. Instants are not enough to lick the wounds.
And time comes after me. Bring of me. And time comes after you. Bring of you. And time comes after us. Bring of us.


A port, when it's cheerful, is the right place to dock. And we want to stay, And... we want to stay.
A port, when it's cheerful, is the right place even far from the sea. And we want to stay!