The beginning:
He needlessly noticed my hidden words.
...He noticed.
Nothing... Wonderfully.
Still alive, deprived of senses,
Fallen in stares... I felt so.
A smile, reversed clock, Number 43, black jumper, her fingers...
Short bordeaux nails, nasty mouse face, enormous glasses, a smile.
Was I feeling through what?
What was I feeling?
High five.
Disappear and appear again, up behind me and at my left...
Our stares, weird clockworks;
I knew there was happening something senseless.
...Behind again. But that's the last time,
that's seventeen-nine. I read it.
I couldn't think I'm thinking about pain,
Although something leaded me astray.
Blinding darkness... Weak, far light...
Far smile.
So I couldn't think consciously
about everything died before its wrong birth.
Moments of pure madness. Insane; escape;
no way.
The last time repeated again, for the last time.
An inexistent history.
Pleasant history pleasantly little.
Nevermore.
Again,
and again nevermore.
Forever.
Disappear.
I miss.