I wish to percieve the world through the shadows of scared people. To follow them at the heels.
To see the horror in their eyes everytime they look at me.
I want them to hate me.
I want them to love me through the scare I am evoking in them. I want to be my own shade.
To look without a word on the figure with a cap, floating through the night streets of The City.
To be its e x t e n d e d thought, never pronounced. Thought of dread. The Doomsday thought of the normality of the world.
I WILL STOP INJECTING IT TO THE VEINS.
I deprecate. I do not want to end up like a thousands of nameless faces, laughing within the days suffused by sunshine.
It keeps on raining.
Please let it rain.
I have not seen thunderbolts
for a long time.
I have not heard the divine music of the thunders
for a long time.
I want noise only to soften it in just one thought of an evening.
I want to be myself, irrespective to what it amounts. I want to…
I want to find my way through the darkness.