Sometimes, I envision my imaginary head
turning away from the reality. Or I close
my eyes, as if it will help all the negativity
I shelter dissolves itself. I fantasize my escape.
When I was younger, I was completely occupied
with the idea I’m the only one like this.
But now I say “fuck it. I have no shame.
How many of us is never depressed anyway”.
“The bird fights its way out of the egg.
The egg is the world.
Whoever will be born must destroy a world.”
This is the Part I of my amends.
An attempt to desperately sweep up all the pity
I sprinkled over my existence.