Denial of existence - 28


It is not the blood, but a sacred mutation.
Yesterday, he had eaten salty caffeine. It was not in the jars, 
but it flew away into the sky. He felt sad but happy, 
like a silly duck.

He had walked on a colourful lake. The lake turned into a street; 
the street into a house, the house into a small room. 
The world sharnk into tiny rooms. Rooms became tiny screens, 
and screens became little glasses. 
And they scattered front of him.

He felt sad that he couldn't felt any sadness about it and felt any happiness. 
The only reason was that there was no reason. So, he should react to the silly situation 
to show them he was still in society.

Then he was like a duck that had forgotten how to fly. 
It never tried to fly away from him, but it could 'fly!' away, 
and it said, "Please fly away from me!"

But it broke its bones and was ready to forget 
the smell of cloudy sky.

It could walk with solid legs and saw that the salty caffeine 
had flown away, scentless. He couldn't feel any taste 
without the trace of yesterday. He forgot the past easily, 
and it wasn't necessary to feel regret or new desire 
in this forgotten world. 'Please go far from anything!'
Paranoid. Mellow. Yellow belly.

'If you disregard it, nothing will happen.'
'If you disregard it, nothing will happen.'

When he was walked down the street, the street lights turned to sweet salt, 
and it made him feel ridiculous because of the sweetness of salt. 

He hugged the cotton candy without liberty, 
but it flew away and left him in emptiness.

The emptiness of the stream flowed through the roasting time, 
leading him to attempt suicide in his dream. 

'It was dream of all people in history, 
but it was the opposite of their behaviour of struggling for survival.'

All those things finally became the purple liquid. 
They pursued the smooth deviation and evaporated to retain their fragility.

All moments vanished quickly— never everlasting. 
He waited without any desire and watched it disappear. 
He tried to catch it, but it flew away without memories or affection. 
So he was being a silly duck again 
and smiled for survival without any anticipation or emotion.