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.

worth of life?

Excuse me, how much does the life cost? No, not this one. That over there. No, no, you must turn left, cold, cold, warm, hot!!! Never mind. Used? Oh, that's normal these days. A little bit hurt and bitten? Hmmm... it has experienced much, yeh? We shall manage. Many holes and scratches aren't the problem. Would you sell it or not? I'm determined, you know, I love to have the new life. No, thank you but I have just made my mind up. I'm going to take this one. Yes, please, as you are so kind. Which paper? Maybe that one, so nicely black. No ribbons, thanks. Oh, great. How much is it? Jesus Christ! So much for such a little, crumpled, boring and ridiculous life! Good Heavens! I will be a bankrupt! Thank you very much.

men are noble???!!!!

we call it "positive backwash" in methodology ;)
I had my first exam this year and I suppose (very much suppose) I have done it well!
moreover - my tutor accepted my culture project so I have one thing less to do in next few months. only 100 other works left!

about such days my friend is used to saying:

'THE LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL AND MEN (!!!) ARE NOBLE'

new year's death

my dearest sadness,

what to do to stop all the living miracles dying?
what to avoid their suffering?
how far should I go to get the answer?
how many paths and tears to go through?

look forward to receiving from you soon

niuton

The Letter to The Wish-Come-True

Merry Christmas!
Dear Santa Claus, The Star, The Angel, Santa Nicolaus and however you are called by thousands of children around the world,

I wish you to be so powerful to fulfil the promise you give children each year with the hope and the love and the belief.
I wish we were ourselves.
I wish others appreciated the above.
I wish next day would be better than the previous.
I wish my pack of friends didn’t shrink so quickly.
I wish I would be able to help my own wishes come true.

So be it!