Let's get out of here, let's forgive our pasts, a new town each year, the world for home.

Writers on the road.

My mind is full of shit! when i see you i know for sure that you are honest in your gestures and stare, things that can't deceive, but as soon as we part and let some time pass my mind screams "Lies!" and "Betrayal!"
I'm exposed now clearly to that defect of my education.
The doubt! Even if there's a tiny insignificant chance that something happen, that i will be fooled, my mind considers it and forces me to be focused on it, as anything is ever perfect and sure in this world, i'm then constantly insecure. Whatever i'm confronted to i will doubt, will it be the heavenly speech as well.