Thoughts...

Es ist, ist nur ein Märchen.
Ich sehe Gestalten, die nicht zu existieren scheinen. Sie besitzen dunkle oder knallbunte Fratzen, hinter welchen sich ihre wahren Antlitze verbergen.
Womöglich vollkommen verfault und zurückgebildet, wird er sie am entsprechenden Tag auspacken und nicht fähig sein ein Urteil über derart Verschiedenartiges zu fällen.
Sag, wann wird es Zeit, meine Fratze aufzusetzen?
Es kann mir doch jeder beim Verfaulen zusehen.
Lots of crossing paths.
No answer how to choose, where to go.
Not strong enough to forget
and take a new chance.
What chance?
What to forget? 		Hidden.
But they can see me.
Everyone sees me.
Why don`t I ?
Unclear visions.
Taking part everywhere and nowhere.
I`m a lie.
I was invented.
I`ve invented myself
while I was bored.
Lost control about inventions.
Uncomplete and rough.
Don`t you see it?
Can`t. Do you?
Think so.
Do you enjoy?
What?
Thinking?
Don`t you?
Can`t. Can`t think.
Everyone can.
Not me.
You do already.
Not really. I pretend to. I`m just watching, but no sights.
Rainy?
No.
Snowy?
No. Amazing sunshine.
I want to kick them in the ass.
Whom?
Everyone.
Why?
They`re just watching, but they are dumb.
How you know?
I`ve observed them.
You don`t?
Already become a bit.
A bit? All over dead and dumb - actually worse.
How you know?
I`ve observed you.
Many of them, crawling around like ants.
Speechless and friendly. Naked as they are.
Trying to cause noises. Can`t stand death and illness.
Stupid you are, tiny, shreeking ants.

Vielen Dank an Tatjana

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