I’m alone now
And I washed off the deceptions like sweat.
I have become cleaner, But deceptions leave plaque.
I am like a ball of mercury,
And my glitter is more poisonous than gas.
I became cleaner
What is a toilet in a public restroom.
It’s like I drank poison. He fired a strange structure from the inside, which I thought was not burning. Wandering through the frozen streets, my heart for some reason burst. And the eyes filled with tears, completely unlike combustible ones. I was walking, they were dripping. I accidentally realized that I love. People Drunk, angry, cheerful, smokers entering the subway, loved ones, and most importantly those who so painfully stepped on my soul. Words changed to tears, to goosebumps, to heat to nonsense, for life! I wanted to do something until my hands trembled. Anything that is considered an abomination because it will be heard the fastest, I don’t care! The fact that I long for participation, feeling, vitality, and agree to drink even poison, so that those around me will catch what I am now! That all this is love! Yes, it is spat out, frozen, frozen, prickly, astringent, caustic, various with such clots. She is alone. The whole world is saturated with her, like a honeycomb with honey. And there is nothing else. They are ready to kill and die for her. And I’m one of the lucky few who knows exactly how love flows through cold upstairs, trembling eyelids, wet paths on the face.
– Dane, why am I still not used to it? Why am I so hurt by a lie?
– You only talk about your…
After all, it is no secret that when you want to embrace the world, you also want to destroy it. Love and hate are all the same. Strong and brave, sweet and caring. Quite unexpected, but so expected. Without preconditions and assumptions. Born in a dual world. It has an insidious and comprehensive origin. From pain, tearing old wounds, taking away the last hopes, and giving freedom. And it pours tears, cleanses, teaches, gives strength and power. Do the undone and do the imperfect. To become better, purer, to become light, to become good and compassionate. And a scream escapes from his throat. And I no longer ask why I lie to myself so much, that I live so wholeheartedly… I understand that at the right time it will become reality, and while there is night, and the light cuts my eyes, It even spares me. until a certain time, to find out what the shot arrow is capable of.
Here is the chess king,
And here is the ace of diamonds,
Tell me who will beat who?
