colored wax paper #2

As if the end is creeping near and I am making my best attempts to run and embrace it. Memories stay young but flesh is getting old.

Apart from the fact that insecurity is slowly killing me right now, at least there is a little happiness in what they call an escape. Taking the burden off every now and then, for life isn't always very kind.

Now I wonder if all this time I am really just mentally ill. You know maybe after all this time I am actually no more than a duck, believing that I am actually a human. Twist ending. Bam.

And one more bam in a form of a link:
http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2013/03/06/the-good-fight-3/