this is a lie.

I don't know when I'm lying to myself.
I just can affirm the moment, and still doubt.
I can't grasp emotions, they slip away, becoming liquid all along.
aereal magma of liquid tension, that's the only thing I can know, for instance.

Everything above is true.
And I know this feeling.
I felt it from december to march, 2003, 2004.
Now again, different circumstance, different scene, but I repeat.
Different, yet the same.

Get off this ship, don't be afraid of the waves and the tides.
Be part of it
or die.
but get off it now.