Secret letter devoted to arbitrary negotiation space open by people not necessarily involved and being in charge to express their opinion publicly in order to measure any criteria they think is absolutely necessary.
Volunteering in being in charge of someone for some reason whatsoever neglects the fact they being involved in relational interests.
Devotion to one specific opinion is continually being driven by their wish to be in charge. In charge of someone.
Their someone is their own self, all the rest is mandatory. She thinks she knows you. And is smart.
People who are usually wrong keep on talking forever, no matter what. Still thinking they’re right – no matter what.
We speak a lot and think by that to change this reality. We keep on lying to ourself, that we understand that someone and wish that someone would fall in whatever trap we create, we already fell into ourselfs.
As if you’re holding each other on the edge of the cliff and I’m standing in front of you, only one step, keep on, you fall down, it is gone, all that talks and spoken stories, made up by someone I never knew.
You’ll know no mercy.
My voice seems to be falling down in the areas unknown to anyone. Things I say don’t have any foundation.
I want cash. As much as possible. I can only count in K-s. Don’t call me if you don’t have a lot of K’s. Can I have your keys? And your wallet? I don’t need anything. Just money. I’m gonna do anything for money. I feel like I am an artist. In short – I can do it. No one really knows what it means. It has nothing to do with life. Yes, things I really can do is .. It’s really hard to say..
Do you know how one packs a suitcase? Go home.
I don’t listen to anything and anyone.
I’m not true to myself.
It’s just an image, don’t worry.
I’m a snob.
I don’t hear my voice, to keep track of what my brain does is to see you in front of me, typing and trying to think who I am, where I am and who I might be.
It feels like, as if the words had specific emotional content, associative feeling contained in it’s metric expression. They might also refer to an object, or experience, which shoots me in the chain of associations from time to time. It somehow feels good. And it is stupid.
I don’t know why I decided to write this letter for you. Maybe I just wanted to say something which I forgot. Things to say constantly lose their meaning. What is it?
I’m writing for you, because I like your range of tonality, not too high and not too low. And it leaves some space for me to focus on what I want to hear.
Do I really have something to say?
You are so artificial.
Some time soon – disappearing in clouds,
Song to sing, as if I would come across your place
And it would be displaced.
In some cases we admit, there is not much left to engage,
People all over the place, try hard but never feel the same.
These days, any time soon,
There I had enough of lonely moons,
I came to this place, looking all around, to recognize your face –
You’re gone, forever departed, no space left for forgiveness, I admit –
As I left, as you showed me your back instead –
Whenever I asked, begged and replaced –
All your cards, without mistake,
To give the chance to redeem your takes –
As it turned misplaced.
You broke my heart, it may never be the same.
Towards you, towards all people involved,
Who poisoned you by false promise of their false insights,
As if they were in charge to know what’s right,
To override the past and save their deeds.
Who is in charge, you may ask – I said no one, as all is the same.
This should work like a sound collage
An AI reading sound collage, different voices and cuts
I rather write in English
How to come up with first ideas
, what to write about
Environment or poetry
As if made by ai
Are the experiences consistent enough?
Writing is like a skill, which has to be continuously developed
Since I’ll be sitting in front of my computer for a while
And seeing all the little movements on my screen
Considering above mentioned margins, changing
My stay at this place
Things are going to move on, as fast as they go,
As fast as if we wanted them to move on
We have rainy days here, inefficient enough to be sitting at home and writing at my computer
Since I’ve done every homework ever made me available