What is our life. A minute. And at this moment, you need to pack, damn it all!
Joy, happiness, ups and downs, the desire to do good, to sin. Everything needs to be done in this one minute. And death? Death is forever. This is the only stability that is permanent. And everything else in life is " never." "Never" is the scariest word. The world will continue to live, everything will be the same, but only without you. And there's nothing you can do. The most impossible thing is to bring this minute back. Where they were happy. Where we've all been. How do I get back to my original position, to the beginning? Just this minute ago.

My sorrow
as a dew
A little birdie
clear
Light and clear
abave my dad"s white shirt.

You're getting better. Everything is going to heal on you. Eyes like eagle's, brain is not damaged. Seems there's nothing to be damaged.