Posted on January 15, 2026.
Hello, heaven! Welcome me in. A fierce lion peeks on your brightest doors, and it is ready to cut every single door off its handle. Better, fear me! Otherwise, join me. In the meantime, watch me without a single blink. Should you send me to hell, you will face my furious saw, be the next door. Do not even try to protect a single door! You are not a door, so stay in your place.
Life shines brighter than the Sun to me. Is life not beautiful? It is a mystery how it could possess such a perpetual beauty. I am a powerful maid; that is what is real to me. It hurts to tell you that I am a fish. Now that I have found you, what do I even do? It was a rough cruise, and I wished on and on that I was over you.
Do you know about it? That I am a table submerged in the floor, who dies to see you? However, it is not even a task anymore. We cannot do it without you. Come back to your home, sleep under your lovely blanket, pass us the most recent newspaper that you have grabbed. We cannot do it without you. Do we not know that all my wishes are for your presence next to me? I think that we both are souls of insanity. Is it not strange?
No, it is not strange, and it is for the best that you get used to it. I cannot deal with your framings. I do not want to feel disturbed and disoriented with my faith in you anymore. Get used to it. Behind all your claims of strangeness is an echo of disapproval that pervades the rest of us, which I cannot personally handle. Stop your drama, stop your nonsense, stop your dogma! Will people like you ever make the tiniest attempt to change themselves? Then, boast about rights, rights, and rights.
What you do is only in favor of what you seek later. Have you ever been a good person? Flourish new responses in your mind, I would attempt; make me regret it, I receive. You are no more distinct than those you hate. You are static. I hate you, you hate yourself, and I hate you more so.
What has not changed on the same day? I was in fact irresistible; you were unreceptive. You damaged me, like a cat. It was you who told me that it was not true. That we were both true, was it true? I do not know if you are real anymore. Tell me that you are fully a crazy person. Tell me that you love me too. Was it the same thing that you thought of? How about my shiny decorations that fill out the room? Was it an insane mystery too? Oh, my God. You are divine. Tell me now. It is true.
The heavens, now mine, are wrapped around my seven fingers, and they resemble tiny angels that paint the skies. A sea that flows endlessly chokes us both, and we hear that we are eternally inseparable. Poor they! Were they oblivious to the fact that we were completely estranged from the death of our loved ones? Who could know such a reality better than us?
Scream at me. I lost track of your perspective. I held you to an account that I criticize others for doing so. Where was my disappointment rooted in? In where I cannot cultivate you in the way I want to because of your insufferable demeanor, or in where you do not conform to my desired standards? It should be the former. It should only be the former. Otherwise, I am deplorable.
Do I wish that you were real like me? I wish that you loved me. However, I do not even know if that is real now. Those tiny ashes of the screen that we could not manage the movement of, where have they gone? That you and I are bouncing off each other in an out-and-out distress, is it true, that shall never end? Do you know anything about me? Little screen, hello! Come here, you little ghost. Am I dying?
Two years ago, I died like a cat. When they found the corpse, what did I whisper to them that fired in their eyes a running train of sorrow? Tell me, can I tell you what happened later? Should I have been a sensual creature? If that had been true, I would be in love with you. Oh, my God! You seem divine. You are better than all that I have seen. You are the other God, the missed day of sickness, the scary lion, and you tell me only one thing: you do not exist. Is that true?
Is that true? You whisper to me that I am only a dog. Kill me already, would you? Your father, he funnily dies like a cat in an ocean. Do you know what happens when two cats kiss each other on the side road? It is torture. It was never true that we were in love in the first place. Now that I have died, I could not be more petrified. In visions that crumble in my oceans, I laugh and die together with you. You are an angel.
Was this all worth the pain? Was it because I was deceived? It was you who led me to my altered perception. Did you know that you almost killed me? Did you have to do that to me? How could you be so blind and silent? Please love me. I cannot do this to you and me. I could never narrate the ending that I have witnessed. It is all because of you. You should not have done this to me. You split my heart into pieces, and you still stab each one back into me. Leave my heart in blood. I wished that you were insane.
Everything that you know, everything that I want to know. Take me to the local restaurant, brush my messy hair. Make a wish on the funny well, we were chosen as the potion to hell. Lost in lust, we whine in fountains while La Fontaine sings his nostalgic tale. Steal sparkling lights from the candles, watch them leave their flames on our lips and dislocate themselves. Turn, turn, slip over, fail to reach my hand, and vomit some blood. I am God, and you are the Devil.
My desires, do they mean something to you, dear Romeo? Am I worthy of your love? We should exhibit the truth of our reality and die together in the arms of who we oppose. I find you simple, uncomplicated, and boring. Seek some complexity and only then discover me. In the meanwhile, you can continue posing like a superhero. Whatever you do, step away from my life. Also discover accountability. Your existence frightens me. Your existence frightens. Leave my heaven, you snobbish door!