We All Become One...

The low-lives. The fiends.
They are here, just like they were many years ago.
Penetrating my brain.
Making me think I could decide who deserves what.
Making me believe that I have the strength to overcome it all.
Without regrets.
I am superior.
I am up there.
You are a misfortune.
A genetic mistake of centuries to come.
I can make you pay for this unbearable sight.
I can make you stop your utterly weak and empty self.
I have what it takes.
But I don’t use it.
Because I am kind.
And now I ask myself: what on earth, heaven and hell ever gave me the right to think that way?
I am yourself, before you are myself, and after we all become one.

Dive...

When I put on my headphones while walking into university, I distance myself from what I see and what I would hear.
It’s about diving into what you want reality to be.
It’s about shaping what you see and what you perceive according to the music that’s playing right into your ear.
It’s about shaping your own thoughts according to your so-called background music, and creating your own mood.
But sometimes it’s about fleeing from you own thoughts and choosing to listen to somebody else’s instead. Even if this someone is a complete stranger to you, but his words make more sense than those of the people you know and deal with.
Long live the music.
It replaces myself.
Dive.

The Failed Philosopher and the Clock

Click.
Click.
Tic toc.
Tic toc.
Tic click toc.
Tic click toc.Tic click toc.
Tic click toc.
Tic toc.
Tic toc.
Tic sigh toc.
Tic breathe toc.
Dong. Close your eyes.
Dong.
Dong. Prepare mentally.
Dong.
Dong. For the sake of philosophy.
Dong.
Dong. Open your eyes.
Dong. Hand on trigger.
Dong. Lead to head.
Dong. Sigh.
Dong. Pull the trigger.
Dong.