re-focus

the horizon was hit by some mysterious distortion. you were no longer by my side. the abyss gazed into me.

by that time i led paperless existence. i emerged with darkness and hid from sunlight.

once i had a library. once it was a part of some large equation that would promise me timeless pain if solved.

i had to live through that for several more years. all people i have known changed. i can’t say i missed them. i can’t say i missed anyone at all.

i felt as if i was mocked by some strange algebra of truth all the time. but – in the same time- i have found joy in the dissociative lattices of the universe.

i felt the need to become ubiquitous but chose not to pursue it. still, it was my pattern and it is not easy to escape one’s pattern.

a broken window cried into an empty street. the crowds were bored with the unbearable. then - as if god’s hands clapped - they vanished.

::: as if :::