STATES OF Dizzy Ecstasy
Like a rooted suspicion, I live among dead basements, shadows, superficial mortals, as if the silence is timeless...And always there and in a way where there is never a bridge, land, or island. With Aras, only bumpy roads, missing keys, over the burning signs of locked gates...
Life learned its lesson well: I thought I was a happy beginner for years - even a few months ago! - and now suddenly an unnameable dizziness pushes me into an undesired attitude. Who else, where else could I turn to who would selflessly help me through my troubles and troubles?!
They pushed my nose into my flimsy years gathered under me. They told me openly, so I don't get it wrong: I was in the wrong place. I'm no longer a beginner, but I don't have the knowledge to sniff out evil, like a sharp-smelling hound. In fact. But it's better to see: my reserved place among the progressives is already filled. My time limit has expired, I arrived late from watching, so I'd rather be Trampled immediately! I would comfort myself with understanding: you too will be one day, you too will be a "Man", you will still mourn what was taken from you now.
I squeeze it through gaps and have to endure being forced and stripped of all human filth?! If so, if so: with a suicidal move, the Truth falls from the mask of the faces while the wolves strip and devour black butt. He swims towards me stiffly at the first slap, makes me back away, forces me to surrender. And while expensive, chic businessmen and their newest Beauty Queens are parading through the terrace of some Starbucks cafe, I prefer to head home with my shipwrecked Odysseus soul!
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Written on March 24, 2024
Submitted by oasev on March 23, 2024
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