I know.
World around me needs a cold war with me. I lost myself inside. I set at liberty myself.
Tell me what to do, tell me what to say. It’s the most easy way.
Don’t listen to me. Don’t help me. I don’t need you.
I live only through feelings or through unconscious, through smells or through flavourless. I always go from one extreme to another…
I listen.
I measure time not in seconds, minutes or hours. I measure my time in songs, which I’m listening during my day. I listen to all music, that you wrote down for me.
I feel.
All smells, that I feel, associate with the past. Today I felt some… Some very strange smell and then I remembered that it’s favorite perfume my mum from England. Yolanda, I MISS YOU so much! I miss your night stories about your life. LONDON, I miss it…
I feel myself happy… maybe… just rhyme.
I see.
I see worlds around myself. I see outward things, material world, inward life, inner world, next world. I moved heaven and earth.
I live…