Hi.

A thread of smoke's getting out from my mouth.

Today I've already have my happy pill.

Sounds wierd but inside it there is my happiness.

I like to say that "everything" is a pill.

...My mom's smile...

...My boyfriend's kiss...

...This sunset, that throught my eyes reaches my mind...

...Memories of a friend of mine who in this moment, perhaps, is eating clouds, sugary clouds...

So, everything is a pill. One thing, one pill.

What about the monitoring of these life-pills?

It isn't easy.

Nevermind, I was only thinking aloud.

Good evening