got lost

again... crossing the streets and cannot see anyone worth to be seen.
where is the spirit? where is the thought? where is the question?
why is this colourful mass of human bodies so colourless for me?
why are they only bodies without any souls, any ideas, any magic?
eating, drinking, having sex, going to the toilet, viomiting, sleeping...
the sense of life?!
who is the mad one? the one who is asking the question or another, actually everyone on a street, without this flash in eyes?
words without meaning, a lot of them today... sound long, technically, inhuman, any consignment, any consciousness, any creation...
what is the sense of asking about the purpose when we all drowned in unlimited mud of ignorance, sillisness, hopelessness?
my friend is used to saying: 'Jesus hates us all and especially me'.
stop and look around - who, the hell, is Jesus?