Somedays, I just wake up and...
Somedays, I just wake up and I am alone here, in panic, alone again... this heart is rushing and I am alive... is like a dream, a weird bad dream. Then I understand, he is mad, not crazy... mmm... not, not mad, he is broken, I am crazy maybe??? mmm... now I am just neuroathypical, a little autistic maybe. Who am I? We have told you that we have no names, we don't need names, we are the hive, but not... I am not Manuel, not Kiddo or Luci either. When I am here I need order, I don´t understand the world as you or others, I need to have everything in his right place. I like everything in boxes, with their tags, a little like Aristotle, I need to understand the taxonomy of their world, they are so chaotic. I waste all our time seeing how it works, order? Is impossible to live in chaos, relationships are chaos, humans are chaotic, I need to get away from them because they are not cosmo, they are not lucky things either, they are... whatever they are I am not like them... I am not a pe
