Meh

All this is nothing. Every morning is meaningless. But still, I doesn't make me sad. When nothing really matters, you can't feel sad nor happy. Everything is just a constant 'meh'. "Good mehning", "How meh you?" In the evening I meh myself to sleep and dream about exciting things.

proud

We march for rights. We march for freedom. Still we are prisoners of unfair system.

The Clairvoyant

I'm the one who mixes works of torture, suicide and death to whiskey with soda. I sit in my closet and drink for despair. I want to celebrate the divination of matter and spirit, body and soul, bosons away. O Father Lucifuge Rolocale, the great judge of Hell. Balance me between demons and angels. Open my eye. Open my mind. I need to see clearly.

A city

This city is dirty. It smells like hunger for flesh of rotten desire, it smells like loneliness. It smells like drugs and sex, it smells like status and selfishness. In a sense it's beautiful. In a sense it's waste of life.

Drawing figures

With blind eyes I search for love. With deaf ears I listen to the sounds of happiness. I've been roaming this road of loneliness to keep myself company.
With blind eyes you search for love. With deaf ears you listen the echoes of acceptance. You roam the road of loneliness to medicate yourself from it.
I keep my distance. You keep your childish ways. We keep our loneliness.

Untitled

I did not joke as I asked the nurse not to remember

my pills but she was laughing. I was devastated and I

couldn't understand why I was being laughed at.

I repeated the question and she threw a tray at me.

It was humiliating and I asked her if she knew who I was.

She answered with a code: "You're number 1784 hashtag 06."

Next night I cried myself to sleep.

I'm a code, a hashtag and numbers.