Red heart for the third time

Sometimes I just don't understand why I write. No, it doesn't mean that I'm depressed or having a recession, I really sometimes don't understand why my life revolves around these black marks that appear on the screen of a smartphone or computer. No, no bullshit, or moaning about how hard it is for me. Vice versa. I have already said more than once that writing lyrics helps me survive. Writing is bliss! Someone suppresses problems with alcohol, someone secretly takes drugs, but for me, writing texts is akin to taking antidepressants. You probably think that now, for the thousandth time, I will tell you about what writing lyrics means to me. No, I will not. But... What do my works mean to you, dear readers? What do they mean for a universe that keeps giving me ideas all the time? The red heart that appeared before my eyes on May 29, 2021, and then, a year later, on May 29, 2022, appeared to me after the completion of my writing labors. I talked about this in "Interview", "Heart" and "Red Heart. Interview 2". Now I don't write anything. I finished the last story, Bridge for the Dead on the Sanzu River, in March 2023, and from April to the present, I just sometimes warm up my brain by writing short stories or poems. But, in this case, if my brain is now cold and my heart is beating calmly, will I see another red heart in front of my eyes on May 29, 2023? Maybe someone sends me recognition and love in this way, and this phantom does not depend on what I am writing at the moment or have written? Or maybe, on the contrary, a red heart in front of closed eyes is a signal from the brain that has received the information that the book is finished and, in turn, gives a signal to my eyes that I can rest and relax? Like a year ago, like two years ago, I don't know what that means. Today is May 1, wait 28 days? Will you wait with me? I will definitely tell you about what will happen on May 29th. Believe me?

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