every day is like a miracle every day everyday we are living endlessly in present time every day is interesting every day is fine everyday everyone lives so happily everyday we learn something new everyday is the same
We get it. Please, shut up.
Stop it! Finally we've arrived. To pioneer camp? Singapore? To another galaxy by UFO? To Japan drawn on the piece of paper? I don't know.
The waves are splashing against seashore. Am I sleeping? I didn't know there was such huge storage reservoir in our humble city.
Well it seems at least I know this place. Or is it better to say KNEW this place. Now I assume nobody knows it. We are approaching the City. of course it's a futuristic cyberpunk city with monorails and headhunters. and don't you even forget about mega-corporations
The stores are stuffed with blue/black/yellow/pink shadows. Some communication lines are broken transmitting solitary aimless electrical signals. Houses. Lonely houses. Skyscrapers. There are many. Many different. But now they are abandoned.
Either starlight either lights from plane that have float past are being reflected in the water. The sky covers and strangles me. Ties rope around my neck. My hands are shaking. They feel how indifferent are the walls in this alley. Those walls are so cold. Where is my home. Why is it so hard to breath?
My thoughts are running. Blood is running in my veins. Out my veins. The streets are scarlet. I can see those people without eyes. Without mouth. They are blue. And pink. And purple. Green. Black. They are in hurry.
This ringing started in my ears again. This time not because of car noises or warning alarms but because of hard unsettling feelings that were swarming in my head. Those feelings are multiplying each second. Maybe I am sleeping after all?
How to get out from this maze? everybody is going away I'm going as well somewhere away away away away away away away we're going to study together than we're going to work together learn about something new I can see old people they're so careless
It's starting to repeat itself and I certainly don't like this at all. My whole body resonates with heartbeat. Those thoughts are cornering me.
"Please stand by"
I can feel myself taller than anybody else in the world from my height I can see what everyone down here are doing everybody are working serenity is welling up inside of me By the way how long am I living in this village? And why am I still unemployed? maybe l'm somewhat like a God in a way I can't breath. I can't run. Live. I decided to take a seat on the bed. The bed creaked unpleasantly. I wonder can I apply some sort of lubricating oil to quiet it down?