the rain... it traps me, it surrounds me without any chance of escape.

disconnecting me from the world and leaving only my bubble... only me.

where is the world?! where did it go?!

i want it, i NEED the world... and where did they go? all the people that i know... all the friends, the enemies, the heroes, the villainess, the models, the teachers... where did everybody go?!

perhaps... i can enjoy this, yes! perhaps i can!

no rush, no mission... just the meaninglessness of the rain...

and as i drop the umbrella and aimlessly lay on the ground, not thinking, not trying, not worrying...

i like it.

Where did you go to 1992, oh can I please follow you.

Oh are you really dead, just thinking about it makes me so sad.

Feels like just yesterday you were with me and we laughed and we cried, oh it was such a ride!

Oh 1992, can I still follow you? Can you come back just for a little while more? so I can remember all the beauties of the before.

Oh 1992 I miss you, you felt so short, its unfair, and now all i can do is remember.

Remember and learn how to make most of the time in our hands, because 1993 also ends.

all people have a perspective...

a way to see, hear and feel whats around them, a way to understand what surrounds them...

so many honest views, people, desires, problems and emotions... all connected through a beautiful yet terrifying ocean.

the ocean that we like to call humanity... and while this ocean is not full of just happiness and prosperity, while it also includes in many forms wars and manipulation, that is the price that we pay for a world with the invitation... to think and try to understand the world from our perspective... and not through some hive mind collective!

because as long as individuals rule... not some oh so great god judging as from his oh so high stool... there will always be wars for power, for itself is what humanity will devour... for everybody will keep fighting for there view... for everybody thinks they are right and want to make the rest taboo... just like you.

i wake up at the exact same time as millions of other people

i get dressed, and like so many others immediately check on my phone because of my constant need to compare myself to the world

than... i think... it cant really be that i am that predictable right?!
it cant be that all that i have done has been done before me!
IT CANT BE THAT I HAVE BEEN DONE!

i try to convince myself... but sadly even now as i try to separate myself through artistic expression every key that i type is typed by thousends of people around the world in the exact same second... and even the message i am trying to portray has surely already been done by so so many others...

it would be arrogant to think that i am special or original... no, i am small.

but perhaps... that is not what actually matters... perhaps whats important is to make the best choices you can make, in your little insignificant bubble.

Silent voice... With a silent message, silent thoughts causing a silent wreckage.

It silently whispers fears and desires, like it is directly connected by wires.

You try to ignore it, convince yourself it's lying, but overtime it's voice grows more and more tiring.

you feel your heart beating faster and faster as You turn around in a state of alert! But there's nobody there, the room is silent, except one little voice in your head like a Syrian.

Shut up! Stop! You despretly shout, are you going insane?! Is there a doubt?!

You begin to lose self control ability as you inescapably drift into a state of emotional instability.

Suddenly you can only see walls, no doors, no escape as your mind slowly rolls.

Rolls into a maddening web of imaginary problems, created by fear and expended by disbelief, as if being pushed of the end of a cliff!

Except worse because if you fall the fall will never let you go, no, you will go as low as low things can go.

poems exist... i like to write them.

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