Unknown world

The world that unfolds before me is unknown, but for some reason it is mine. Yes. Anyone could say that my life is monotonous. But not. I protest. This is not true. Only mine. No one just understood. No need You don't have to. For what? My life flows by my river's bed, no, it does not flow, but wades on. It looks like a tumble, but every blade of grass is a flattering obstacle, there are no enemies, only benefactors. Um, I need the barrier, they want to fight, but they are bleeding. My ice armour became noble light, but my eyes darken with mockery, no, not mockery, but a somewhat disdainful black sheen. It never gets old. The stream in my bed has dried up, my world has become grass on the shore. I love my bed, it's dead, I hate it, I live life, I cut myself. There is no blood. There is no need for the lowly fate below, where a stream is a life, Why would this be good for me? I am asking about life. I prefer to live in a clean and eccentric world, with which I embed myself in life. In life, everything around me was constantly turned off. Only my senses live here, they are all embedded here, I am somewhere else, watching the world. I have draw experience. I draw everything I need for writing and to get life old. Nothing affects it. Nothing and no one. I do what I want. But not out of selfishness and not for myself, but I do it for others and I know how I am and them. If a hundred belly dancers were performing here right now around me, I wouldn't change, I would just write. Abstinence from impermanence. What can I do? Life instructed me to do this, but I do it on my own, the life pattern in me has been blessedly changed for. Thank God. Yes, wherever I am, there is distance. Wherever I go, I always have a high hope. I feel, I'm never alone, I am in safe. ?I am secured by an invisible ethereal stone. I look at the growing and changing world. The trees, fields, woods, bushes, birds. None of them will be the same tomorrow. They change like lightning over time. My life is just a grain of sand in the hourglass of life. So I'm invisible, nobody needs me, my will drives. I'm lying, I should. Always, but honest. I'm not a billionaire. I don't answer. Loves me the universe. No problem. So good. This is how it should be. I won. I live. Forever. The new world is calling, I know I'm coming, there the wine barrel has already hit, The shiny silver goblets are already being filled from its tap. Haha, it's good to drink. A blessed and chillingly noble act. Yes. In fact, I live in a kind of intoxication all the time. I have to. this is my life. I don't have a home and I loved it. But I have a loved one. The God. And there is another who is a holy creature of God. The noble Lucifer. Yes. He controls. The Satan. It gets you ahead in life. Thanks. My Master. Life. Hell. Heaven. One. Don't think, my reader, that everything goes well with me. In fact, I am not even guided by God. Therefore, that which is the basis of existence does not exist in me,the one. I exist without God. I am not subordinate, I do not accept any control. But I respect everyone. I'm just interested in life. It's good to be there. A strange experience. I am self-aware, but my satanic energy controls me. Here, there, everywhere and forever. Um, it's me. But much more and everything else. Don't get to know me. Just see from the outside. If you get inside, it will be a disappointment for you. I don't want you to see, so you won't suffer. Vomiting of debris will be what you notice. I don't need you to curse me for being disappointed in me. My lines are honest, I ask and want you to understand them. Do you understand? Understand me! No, I don't want you to understand. No stroking required. I forgot. I don't know what it's like. I have no emotions. Right. It's better that way. Pain would have killed my life. The suffering would have killed me. The foxes' eyes around me. They are cruel. They are lurking. I have no destiny. They lost. Because they killed. Life. They pushed. I live. I. The world is mysterious, unsolved, there is nothing there, there is no restraint in it. I just go without the twisting, undulating, rolling path, but after that. I want the world to be clean. Existence is dirt, not blindness, but seduction. The merit(s) will be silence and light. No need for blinding... ... A mysterious world.