IRC-Galleria

Looking down the glass
The glass, with no friends but me.

I was me, and glass was not lonely.
I kept her company all the time
by drinking down the nectar of wishes.

Wish, as i called it, was not just a wish.
It was a wish to forget.

Forget my recreation.

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Cold brick walls, painted red, brown.
Children playing at park
with no fear, no pain.

Laughing, forgetting about themselves.

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Smoking a dirty cigarette.
Inhaling in and out
with no good reason.

Smoking kills.
So do i.

I don't kill human beings
I create them.
With my mind
I recreate my own world.

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The world does not carry pain, hatred, no greed, no sin
But it still withers, collapses and dies.

Human mind was built by its surroundings.
Not by love or happiness.

It recreates what it sees, feels or hears.
What it makes, is a world around you.
Either you go through it, or the body fails.

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While recreating is over, the body fails.
Recreating never ends. It takes things from here and there.

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Sometimes it takes something you don't want.
Like i did.

My family disappeared a week ago
without signs of life
they covered to their world.

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I write, drink coffee and recreate.
I look at the ceiling cracks, i feel no pain anymore.
The pain i sometimes felt
were judged as wrong by some other human being.

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It said, the pain was wrong
because i had connections

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I cover the connections to plastic, behind cold plaster
They smile at me
And he smiles back.

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Smile were innocent, but fake
I made it, by laws of my mind

I faked my closest connections and silenced them.

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The glass is my friend.
It found new connection, called liquor.