THE END

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SUMS

with the windows closed and the air conditioner on and the alarm for waking up with nobody asleep with the music or tv is even better makes sounds and conversations noise human sounds of alive a soundtrack to the quiet music in your head and the blue light dancing on the face a vivid vivacious shadow or in a total silence with the lonely neighbor across the street after i saw that photo of a girl in dark youve sent me whether its a doll or alive what an irony both ways scary in one moment consolidating shameful in another you can touch or pass by you can push or you can hold back but you cant be me in my believes and ideas in affection trying mistaking in disappointments lies fear dreaming daydreaming in living in dying maybe the apartment is just another masquerade not really the life i wanted but i will take it as a cocoon an incubator a place to spend some peaceful time asleep a dead sleep at and leave my caterpillar worm slime life behind a head push-up a self-check a signal a simple confirmation to myself that i know exactly what im doing or where im going to or which doors im closing who im burying walking over not a rearview mirror a review and a mirror instead a button for self-destruction self-distraction self-deduction.