She: Do you feel life? Or do you live life?
he: Do you fear death? Or do you live death?
She: I fear death. I do not live it.
he: What you fear is what you live.
She: (few hours later)
Why he compares life to death?
  Is he dead already?




(then I unbosme few days later He is actually full of life much more like Happy Endings)

I thaught:
I am getting over the heart attacks 
then I watched:
I, Daniel Blake

1917

Silence.
Gaze.
And if you were the only person to share knowledge with
I would take my leave.
Your too much reasoning disturbs my Wijdan.

myself urges to understand
with no capacity to bear despair
i try to rest somewhere
between the thoughts
i am unable to sense sweet words:
a full well illusion