HOW TO FIX THE UNIVERSE?
There was a clock in my mother’s bedroom. — ticking like a heart, how does it work? — I asked myself squeezing it to my ear. I decide to give a closer look. ,,Where’s my screwdriver?” Soon the floor was covered by clock details. I tried to fix the clock but it did’t work. I hid the details under the carpet so my mother could’t find them… but she did… Ehh… I remember my first romance. Listening to her fast heart beat i thought: — What is she thinking about? What is inside of her feelings?
I tried to figure it out… I began digging… I asked a lot of stupid questions and after I was unable to fix our relationship…
Perhaps we should enjoy instead of trying to understand how the universe works?
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