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.