It’s the rainy season and it’s June.
It has not rained and the weather has been fine.
We don’t go out,
I don’t feel like doing anything.
The politicians sift through their rights.
The facts change day by day.
It doesn’t matter what you say.
No matter what you say, you are not seen.
No matter what you write, no matter what you think
They don’t care.
Of course they don’t.
There is no one who will listen to the nonsense of a fool
And there is no one who will go along
No one will take the time to listen to the ramblings of an idiot.
Then I ask myself to whom I am writing this sentence.
I am writing for myself.
No one will pay attention to it.
Or perhaps I am doing harm.
The sky in the distance is covered with grey
And there is nothing to say.
For no one
No use for anyone
We can only wait
To wait for the time to pass.
Even if we analyse this world
And expose its evils
You will lose the majority vote.
There is no truth
I thought there was no such thing as truth.
But I didn’t think that even physical phenomena
I didn’t think that even physical phenomena could be challenged.
Wherever you go
No one cares
No one would think anything of it.
It can’t even be zero.
Even if the population decreases by one
You can’t become a minus one.
No one will care for you
No one will hate us
Even if you disappear
There will be no change.
Will I be left with nothing but hatred
Is there nothing left for me but hate?
Will the hatred ever change to the distant past
Will it ever come?
When I was a teenager
I thought my twenties would never come.
When I was in my twenties, I forgot that my thirties were coming.
The years went by.
I was still a teenager
In the end, nothing changed.
Many things must have happened over the decades,
But when I try to remember
I can’t remember.
I can only remember my teenage years.
I really thought my twenties would never come.
I really thought it would never come.
All that’s left is
Waiting to return to nothingness.
Nothingness is zero.
The logic of majority rule does not apply.
I don’t think there is even time for nothing.
How long will the days of longing for such nothingness
How long will it last?
When will we return to the way we were before we were born?
When will it return?
I think I was born in tears.
But I have no memory of it.
At least when I return to nothingness
I hope I will not know that I am alive
I hope that when I return to nothingness, I will not know that I am alive.
If you don’t know when you are going back to nothingness
It would be the most wonderful thing.
I’ve lived well.
Now I’ll wait in silence for the moment when I’ll go blank.
I don’t know when it will come.
But I’m sure it will come.
I don’t think my mother knew she was dead.
But at the end of my father’s life, he said he wanted to go.
It was a painful end.
I may die like him.
I may die like my mother.
I don’t know.
But it’s better not to know the moment of nothingness.
To go back to nothingness as if asleep, without thinking about tomorrow.
It’s like going to sleep.
It’s a good idea.
Read a book
Read a play
Just a little longer
Just wait and see
There is no way left
There is no other way.