you are here – but you aren’t.
the ultimate bliss may touch you, and yet, you’ll remain still and letargic. you won’t feel any happiness. nor pain. you’ll feel nothing. you’ll fell void. hollow.
you may want to dive into the world of displeasures to find out something new, something capable to break you monotonous and obvious routine. finding pleasure below the pleasure.
i used to love, when i hit the wall i learn to love violence, hate, and evil things. those things used to bring me the surprise of novelty, the flavor of something never tasted before. and it tasted good. it wouldn’t matter what the hell i had to done, as long as it brought me pleasure. even horrible and hedious actions.
i used to be me. but i ain’t anymore. and i feel persecuted
by the strange on the mirror.