The Sky is High

It's just a box of pieces of a puzzle about a small circle of friends. It's about the lives, the loves, and the hopes. One by one, part by part. Hung up in the sky along with prayers. Until each of them can fly higher by itself. The Sky the Rain the Rainbow the Sun the Moon. All are talking in their own way. Carving their small footsteps in the history of time. And now each of them can really fly higher by itself, and leave this house one by one...

I've tried so hard making some "recipe" for helping my self out of this melodrama. I need some medicines, or else, pills, as a replacement to this sucking-additive-object.

I've been addicted for 1 year and 2 months. Truth is, I can't go out, don't want to out, from this addiction.

I'm addicted to...


In the living room