Black Coast freedom
There must be a place where you are not free, where people do not talk to each other, do not read books, do not drink coffee, do not speak the language of those around you and are happy… But there is such a thing. We can now be sentenced at Black Beach prison in Equatorial Guinea. Forget about being freedom now. A place where we are only allowed to bathe once a week in crowded and rat-infested wards… You have to think about it. Just for a moment… For your freedom…
Compared to the situation you’re in right now, you’re probably better off, you’re free! Maybe you’re not in good shape at all. You just spent your last money, you’re out of money, you broke up with your girlfriend, you’re alone. Options can be multiplied. More than freedom…
I think being good is being able to look up at the sky whenever you want. Raise your head and think about everything freely now.
It’s okay if you’re free, the sky is still yours.
Gone is gone
Sometimes you experience false happiness. You lie to yourself. There’s photos and stuff… Sometimes they get very upset, you lie on your back and throw it in the air, your tears flow onto the sheets. The man you want to forget is already someone else’s. You think you’re like an ass and the worst part is that you are right. That man is no longer writing to you the texts in which you find yourself, and if you are the most beautiful woman in the world, it is useless, he is gone.
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Most love books were written because of you.
Most writers could not find the opportunity to write and experience love.
I’m not a prince
We’re multiprend-like men without white horses.
There are times when we think about those who are still gone.
There are times when we wonder if what we think is really gone.
And there are those of us who are glad that he is gone, wondering what I would think if he had not gone.
We would rather have someone go than leave someone.
Our place is clear, our job is to stay, we don’t know how to go.
You either pass by like a stop, or you never stop by that stop.
There are times we choose to think.
