THE INVISIBLE

 THE FEELING OF NOT BELONGING TO MYSELF EVERY TIME THE BODY WAKES UP. THE FEELING OF PSEUDO-PERFORMANCE BEFORE AN INVISIBLE AUDIENCE TORMENTS ME. THE BODY PREFERRED THE PATH OF SELF-DECEPTION. THE WET WALL SMELL FROM TIME TO TIME VISITS MY FOOLISH PIECE OF MEAT, AS TIME HAS NO MERCY UPON ME. ALMOST A CHARADE. 

THE BROKEN TONGUES OF THE LOVE CONFESSORS. BELIEVING ANY WORDS OF A DISCONNECTED, ABANDONED CREATURE IS NOT THE BEST IDEA. HAS BEEN WRITTEN BY MY BODY BEFORE, WITH THE GUIDANCE OF A WISE BEING, WITH ITS WHISPERS IN MY WEARY EARS. 

EASILY ACCESSIBLE INFORMATION PROVOKES WAVES OF MENTAL BLEEDING. ANNIHILATING POISON, NOTHING ELSE. A POISON & DRUG FOR THOSE WHO HAVE ABANDONED THEIR LIVES & MEANINGS, BETRAYED THEMSELVES. NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE, TO WEAKEN.

I DESIRED TO GET RID OF CHILDISH TRAITS, TO DESTROY THAT LONG IMPURE MELANCHOLY, AN IMITATED CIRCUS. THE INVISIBLE AUDIENCE OF MINE CANNOT STAND MY PRESENCE, HATES ME FOR WHAT I AM NOT, BUT PRETEND TO ARTIFICIALLY BE. IN FRONT OF EMPTY NON-EXISTENT EYES. MOUTHS THAT WILL NEVER EXPRESS ANYTHING, BODIES THAT WILL NEVER COMMIT A MOVEMENT.

DINOYA 23/5/23 5/23/23