numero 3.

I’m dead and dependent.

What can be worse than that?
Of course, a lot.

I just felt like asking that cliché question.
An unanswerable question.

Too bad then.

Too bad that you’ll laugh reading this piece in the future.
It’s so hard to stomp your feet on the ground.

Oh yeah.

You know what? This can be misleading and addictive as well, just like sensing the smell of hot coffee in one rainy night.

Again, I’m dead and dependent.

Even my heart shattered when I had to write those words, and my mind kept humming the sound of silence.
My freedom is locked and I was wondering, what can be worse than this?

Why ‘adultery’ is called an ‘adultery’?
Aint’t it cool? Yeah … rite!!!

Ps: I’ve killed it.

February 17, 2002.