SIGN FRAGMENTS

I cannot exist visibly, present - only invisible. I do not bargain with those who serially break the established human laws. Rarely can I just feel that I can be a precious One among many.

I just feel that tomorrow's hell-shelter will sink me into a seething pit, humiliate me and pull me down to me, and that I will stick to it, like fly paper or stinky technocol glue, stigma marks must fall from my eye sockets.

It would have been better if he hadn't pulled a suicidal nugget. If only scattered in the human sea of ??cells and molecules - but still in something mortal in the direction of final annihilation.

I didn't want to be such a sudden must-want dust eye, who walks around in a conditional incognito for a lifetime, and yet collects deliberately scratched wounds. To suddenly disappear into infinity with a single calculated move.

A gentle, wordless culture settles in me too, and you can believe that you know it. And like derogatory sympathy, like a large group of little mice fleeing ferocious cats - I was deliberately thrown aside, because they never wanted to get to know me.

I would love to see you when the eyes of Heaven, thirsty for the immortal compliments of romantics, would expect the pilgrimage routes of trust and loyalty, even strange stations of existence, when you have to confess to really get to know anyone!

A single stray heartbeat from within could be enough. I could knock, yes! If I wanted to, I could take a series of donkey-intentions to make little idiots out of myself again and again. As a pitiful loser - I got used to the fact that I have to exist among people in such a way that Nirvána-Nincs is included in my being!