Night Walk
A night walk
“Where have you been?” Asked my Satan. Master Satan.
For drink. “What drink?” Whiskey and beer. “What brands?”
Whiskey from Scotland. Bell’s. And beer from Melbourne.
“What brand?” Foster’s. Good. Ask William and Ralph Foster.
“Good taste. Fine. Thank you.” I am happy. Enjoy, my dear Master.
“Not bad.” Cheers. “What is your favorite drink?” I have a lot.
“For example?” Palinka. A Hungarian drink. Originally national.
Red wines. Italian, Spanish. And the Hungarian wines. Beers.
I love South African and South American wines too.
“What kind of beers?” Hungarian, German, Austrian, Slovakian
Polish and English beers. “Why the last English?” Not often.
I've only been drinking English beer for a few days. “Why?”
I don’t know. Hmm. Better price. I was surprised. Special taste.
And feeling. Not bad, the English beer. Feels like homemade here.
“What about other drinks?” I love all. Whiskey, vodka, brandy, rum. All.
“Good. What about the cider?” Every night I'm drinking with you.
Yes. Alcohol is a power. “In your life.” Yes. In my life. You ask about my life.
“It’s not my mistake.” Okey. No problem. I am going to the shop. For a cider.
“Thank you. Then we will write. Student.” Yes. I am so sorry for the late reply.
“It’s late. What happened?” I was tired. After shopping. Tiredness. Slept.
“No problem. Student.” I am sorry. Really sorry. I was tired this week.
Hmm. Sometimes sad about the past. Sorry for the sudden change.
“It’s right. Tell me something about your meanings.” About life?
“Yes. Please.” Hmm? My life. Haven’t. Here is no life. No love.
“No love.” I don’t feel love. “Why?” I don’t know what that is
“Oh.” Hmm. I am a victim. Victim. Victim of an artificial society.
This system killed my life. But still alive. The fate is the base. Faith.
“Yes, faith is life.” It’s that. Power. On life. Good choice. Best direction
“Best direction.” Yes. And want to continue my walk. In life. Alone
“Alone.” Yes. “Why?” For the pure feeling. Clean life. Better.
I need silence in my heart. Silence. The peace. Radiation of God.
“Radiation of God.” Yes. I mean the quiet life, silence, perfect stillness.
“That’s nice. Thank you. Please, continue the walk. It is a meditation.”
Thank you for your opinion, dear Master Satan
“Thank you for the study of a unique life, student.”
Hmm. I walk
“Hmm. Just walk.”
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