Ganduri…

They are children. They want feelings and emotions, wishing them to be fulfilled. They do not understand those are belonging to the dead. Because once a fulfilled feeling leaves, it leaves behind a dead part of an individual. They want to live, shout and cry, burn in emotions and passions. They don’t know how damning are these ones, they regard them as spiritual and enchanting. They do believe love exists for everyone, and not only to those who dared suicide themselves at least once.

They are small, weak and dreamy, in the way of a forgetful baby. For you it’s grose : you know what they are wishing for, you laugh at them and ask them to look around, not above. They don’t believe you, and would never accept your happiness had to be paid many times over. Why would them? After all, love is what makes the world go round for them. If only they would be so powerful to listen to you for one second, one spit of your pain in their lungs. Then they crawling, screaming, revolving, crying their hearts out. Then they get numb. They look at you dead in the eye. No emotions, no touch, no senses, only purity. Now they’ve got it. Love makes the world stand still! It’s amazing how less frightened you are when all the chimaeras have drowned, and emptiness is the only standing law.

Be yourself, hate them, burn this world, love only one and make it damaging! Wish for worse and enjoy the most pleasant coming! Forget the world and love her!

Make yourself another world, one of yours and hers, in her arms, between her lips, in your brain. Keep it in your hands. With bare hands, even it may hurt… it wouldn’t matter… her hand or your world – one and the same!