Culoare de nedescris in intunericul absurd conturat de imagini neclare, patrunzatoare nepasare, vaga simtire, virtualizare focalizata pe concret indescifrabil, moarte lenta. Sunet indecis, scartait sufocant, solemnitate macabra, ia-ma ai du-ma, in ferestre inchise, in uai blocate, in marmura neagra, in desis impletit, in apa murdara, in panze de paianjen, in iz de mort, in gust de putrefactie, du-ma si lasa-ma acolo.
Maybe the only one thing that will not argue with you and will never be over, neither upset that you did not 'look' to it, is alcohol.
Man's best friend is alcohol, it will never argue with you, it will never leave you, it will always agree with you, it will be there where you left it,
it will wait in silence until you finish what you are doing, it will not shout at you, it will not criticize you, it will not lock the door,
it will not throw you out, it will always be a pleasure.
Alcohol doesn't care what you think, it exists just to serve. Nice.
This time it might happen the way I wanted it the last time I wanted it, so now maybe I should consider on wishing something else, on second thought there might not be a chance to wish a second thing. What might be that one thing left to be done? That's one of the other hundreds of questions with no answer. Anyhow it's useless, useless like in 'no matter'. Based on time planning things should have evolved different, theoretically speaking there's no chance in going the way it was planned without an outer or inner influence, at least on the path. So, what next?
Caught in the middle, that is fate as we know it so far, very interesting and fair enough. Losing it everyday without any real reason, illusion of creative thinking that actually goes nowhere. Illusion of happiness created by your own mind, living in your own dream, faith giving you strength to go on; do you go on?
Why do you do it? For a fair question there must be a fair answer: it's better to be blind.
Do you care? Of course you do. Are you free? Probably not.
Faith is all you need to live like a human. There's plenty of it. I can't give you mine… I don't have any.
The taste, so perfect, so warm and sweet, light color, the ocean blue, the faded feeling, the touch, the grey, red stones on black wire, the shades, deadly embrace, glance of innocence, the dreams, the faints, steamed glasses, drops of life, rivers of faith, the sight, the game… the taste - so perfect.