Yes, yes and love. You are so bright.

The carpet is always great for the ocean;
you want to wade through foams
and push your temple against the wall.
Rest. Rest. Harmony.
No frightening for a couple of seconds.
No thoughts.
It is almost impossible. 
Paranoia: hush and vanish.
I do not want to see them.
Who do I think?
I do not know. You? They? 
The Internet has become a shit reservoir.
Smartphones are the new cocaine.
They consume it, but it has a short effect,
so they have to use it again.
And again. 
Followers and influencers.
Saddism and masochism.
Politician monsters who are just big mouths that keep talking.
The Internet is the best propaganda tool forever.
The truth is not only not necessary; moreover, it is ridiculous.
What is truth? Is it a proximate camouflage? 
Oh, yes. Idiots talk about the universe, vaccines or the economy,
but most of them had not even read a book,
or if yes, they did not understand.
Is reading an elitism? Am I elitist as I read?
Oh, yes. Reading is snobbish.
How did we get here?
Is this the infinite long tunnel of idiotism?
Is there an end?
How long this primitive age will take?
Can I survive this?
These are not complaints.
Texts into texts. Texts into texts.
Share your things. Take a photo and share it.
You think You are superb;
And so bright.
Aren't you? Share it. 
I do not want to leave this room.
Yes, I do not like you.
This is my planet.
You cannot reach it.
Nobody can.
This room is offline.
Except for this blog.
This is a minor gap.
Which might be closed.