When every move is a risky move. In the same time, i had to move the whole part of my room. Although I feel so bad when i move my hand, my back, my body. Moving home in this situation is pathetic. It just too fast. And it’s ok. We’re faster to catch all the scene. Just save it! What ever is it. Then i’d whisper to the air. Because i don’t need a postman.
When the plaster become (temporary) part of my body.