I’ve come to like weird things.
I have become something I don’t even know about.
What is wrong and what is wronger? I don’t know, I can’t tell.
What feels real? What is surreal? What is normal? What is brutal? What is fake? What is true? The only thing I can say for sure is that there’s a you.
The you might be my mother, my brother, my family, my friends, my teachers, my acquaintances. There’s always someone talking, there’s always someone complaining, bitching. There’s always someone praying, laughing, talking, joking. There’s always someone gossiping, threatening, smiling, scheming, killing, smirking. I just don’t know who.
I’ve stopped looking at faces, I’ve stopped noticing YOU. I’ve stopped watching, my eyes are open but I don’t see, my brain has stopped processing. But my ears though, keep following, keep hearing and even if I stopped seeing YOU, I still know YOU.