Resting

This is the only thing now: let the sounds float, but dont´t inhale.

It´s dificult to acess the outer world, but it feels relaxing sometimes, being here again.

Once again, everything had gone wrong.
Once again, I had predicted it, and so it happened, but even worse than I thought.
Once again, It was not my fault, I don´t have much to regret.

I feel loose, trying to let myself go.

And most of all, I don't have to spend my precious time with psico sick people.