The bitter coffee, salty tears and sticky syrup of thoughts. How to interrupt their endless stream? How to hide in the shells blunt thoughtless existence? Forget not to think, not to dream, not to be confused in vaguely speculate. Disappear as a species, as Homosapiens. I do not want to think! After all, pigeons live in the same way. They arrive at the declivity cornice with peeled paint eat bread crumbs and reservations. No thoughts about unrealized deeds, exclusion and social utility. You do not raise cavalry from their girlfriends doubt their attractiveness, do not face the problems of diversity in family life. Birds simply together, they pair in blue,hatch chicks and teach them to fly, obey the instinct and the law of nature, which does not regulate the love, praise and feelings as the primary driving force of life. And are we? Thinking! What do we have? We are wise, think of yourself so many rules and conditionalities that are already not exactly remember their significance. How easily we disapprove of their own, such strong beliefs. |We suffer, pass lunar night, from thoughts and other things. I do not want to! I did not want to haunt his fragile brain matter Why do I live? — I want to live! I am not wanted, pinching to you, but come to think whether we have each other? — I want to love! I chose you, obeying unknown to the raising, which occurs outside the cynical consciousness. You were my vote, not by the will of reason, and call on the flesh. We were good together, and yet we were good, I do not conceived about anything. But then phone rings, breaking night at the before and after, leaving me no choice, throwing into a deep understanding of deceit and error. The night of watching evil eye. Indifference sky in a white frame windows. Pain. And the pain came on the cutting edge of thought mixed with bitter coffee and salty tears. Why do they come? To give away the last honors moribund feelings? Who are they called. What is better? What’s easier? And whether there is no compromise between them? I meshed eyelashes, hiding behind the centuries its sinful nature. I suddenly realized that there is no compromise. The dream of one, by the will of the supervisory reason we are doing another, and when aware of the error, came the thought. Their birth to our brains as antibodies, as immunity to the possibility of new bugs. But for tremble eyelashes resurrect feelings, and creep on my cheek tear Unasked, the estimates all barriers, built a stark reason. I do not want to think, I want to feel like pigeons …
