csak sok csokoládé

Another room. nearly empty.
sitting somewhere at the border of the middle. right in the middle of my border.
perhaps it is my favourite feeling to be in this floating nowhere.
in the middle of everywhere, it becomes an endless space crossed by thousand borders. whereto i jump? where not? stupid feeling of having nostalgic stupid thoughts. like always. i can't change it. just jump jump jump . to bed. and eat.
and to these people everywhere.
talking and talking. and why do i have to be conscient about what i say? and how i say it? and how somebody looks on my left ear or my right big feetfinger? and why i am posing these questions? these boring questions?...
always a big shame to express these eight hundred years old thoughts,
they seem so dusty

better eat cheese and bread with spice-butter.
...something between jó éjt jó éjt vagy jó étvágyát