The clouds are almost mixed with the roofs,
and their border is getting blurry;
I am alone and talking with the kitchen window.
It does not answer, but if it did, Its voice would be hushed;
I have no voice; I talk with my glances and think I am talking.
This is our purposeless conversation. We are almost like humans.
I can hear the clicking of the rain when it hits the metal of the eaves,
it could be transferred to a bubble, but I can't see them,
so my assumption might not be accurate, as usual.
This kitchen is a more extensive card box,
six cubic feet shed. I have been living in it for a month.
That's all right. I love tiny dark places like earwigs.
They offer perfect seclusion and safety.
I keep trying to devour outside voices.
As the rain made music on the dark roofs,
I felt nostalgia for those times when I lived in my parent's house,
and we woke up early to a bit of rain with my brother for fishing,
during the summer school break.
I want to be there.
I read a lot of books, he hated them, but he loved to listen to what I read.
I want to tell him what I read last night.
That won't happen.
Nothing can happen again; all my memories are distorted fragments.
I am a hilarious half-corpse in the black windowed aquarium;
I am similar to the poinsettia in the window.
We do not know our predestinations,
but It does not matter as everything just comes about.
I need to prepare.
I will go running around 4am and enjoy every second;
That is the self-psychotherapy that works.
I do not care about the rain and how I become fully sloppy.
Running alone in the dark.
I am aware that I am alienated in Budapest.
So, yes, nothing changed.
I lost everything again, but St Albans isn't missing.
I never miss anything. I never miss any country.
All countries are the same primitive constructions.
Each is a cage,
outdated self-prisons that should be disappeared with other flags,
hymns, and primitive religions.
The white and dirty kitchen walls are watching me,
and I know I am nobody. This is just something without a name;
I am part of it,
but I ignore all this reality. It does not care and ignores me, too.
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Tuesday, 10 January 2023
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