sort of writing

a lot of people practise some kinds of writing.
the question remains the same - what for?
my friend supposed that the answer is the lack of sexual satisfaction.
some "fertile" poets or writers commit a sort of masturbation everyday to feel their fantasies in the real life to achieve some sexual pleasure. interesting...
shall I commit writing yet? or maybe sate somewhere else? intriguing...

disease

What kind of disease is able to kill you totally?
The question is provoked by thousands of people suffering all days and nights because their organisms are too exhausted to keep fighting. Sometimes it is the fault of the whole environment, sometimes the collapse of thoughts.
What could happen if we believed that it was the end and ... nothing else?
What could happen if, looking at the mirror, we didn't see our faces but some dead masks?
What could happen if we lost our dreams, memories and wishes?
I can admit that it can be the short-time absence from sort of reality or from the fertile life. However, the state can change into the fatal illness? Moreover, into bloody hell incurable infection or even the kind of plague?




short song about dying:

One by one, everybody's coming down,
without a hope or a touch of some,
we're coming down...
but the kind of smile
the grin of
the memory
such a fatal theory
that the love will cure
for sure,
flying away into the nothing...
however, happy we are
at last, coming down :)

what about the friend who has already gone?

such a small creature who crashed our days by his leaving... he opened the door to the other side and just left, looking at us sadly and hopelessly. with this horrible understanding that nothing could be done. it happened almost a month ago but hurts until today badly. I'm even afraid that it will ever. the incurable disease - cancer which is eating all of material things inside, leaving no hope for untouched soul. the fatal observation of the every single day taking your love away. the farewell. relief. pain again.