The Demons inside
The Ones came when i wished to die. They didn't offer me anything. They didn't say kind or bad words. They just stood near and listened to my thoughts.
I am crazy, I thought for a moment, but, wait, i saw them, they were real. If I am crazy, that is the best form of craziness indeed. To die from being crazy, it's the best thing in Solar system.
My belief was nothing, it was even not about Nothing. The Ones knew I was empty.
So they filled me with beliefs and went aside.
The Dream now is Reality. And the letters I write are meaningful as long as they have numbers. I have strange feeling there are flowers outside. And it's raining in P. now.
Bruno