Between dissolution and reunification

This is the first time i am trying to write something in English please forgive my mistakes , English is not my native language .
Originally written in Greek i hope you like it.

Another morning that passes between dissolution and reunification.
Spilled thoughts as well as things around, and the dream of a calm life at present in the coming.
Beginning in September, written the label outside of the movie theater of my mind.
Bitter and sour my impressions for people when I'm anxious, and my abhorrence for the clocks may eventually stem from some metaphysical anxiety about the time passes in favor of death.
Smoking is also a monomaniac neurosis, which in combination with the physical dependence created by nicotine, makes me feel depressed.
I feel dependent on the sun, the water, the food, and from then on, as I never felt free, my other dependencies come at first as pleasant habits to end up being tortuous and inhuman.
I wonder at last whether there has ever been a person truly free.
As I can not breathe normally because my lungs are nicotine-prone, I understand how far I am from the truth.
The truth that always seemed in my mind like a yellow fog light and changed many times the status, sometimes it became a political party, love, dream, but always whenever it alternated with my desires, always letting me half searching in the rubbish ideologies, leaving out my beliefs that were inspired by my instincts.
Beautiful expressions and philosophical concepts kept me away from my need to cry out I LOVE YOU to Human.

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image from my personal digital artwork.