At the edge of the world; I stand covered in mud...

At that moment, this existence meant nothing to me.

Did I get everything I want? Why then can't I find something worth living for. The heat of the quest, the joy of meeting, and the anger of intransigence no longer mean anything.

The shock of discovering the truth left with the stupor of loss. I didn't know, for the first time , what to do.

What ever happend before, is already happened.. so what's the point of pain.

At limits of the end, it is not useful to look back. There are only two things left, you and yourself. To rediscover it from the scratch.

I can no longer stand the company of myself, how can I escape from it?!

A long time ago I left the hand of the little boy I was, and in his place I accompanied a gigantic body of anger that would drive me to revolution and rebellion. But the anger turned, in my ignorance, into hatred tinged with a desire for revenge, and then the hatred changed to amazement when revenge was achieved.

Do me some hate; Keep me alive!

The truth astonishes me and strips me of what I know about myself. Death turns my head. Everything to a patio.

And my hatred for this world has run out.

I walk down the street staring at the things around me.

Everything looks as it is..

The shining sun that reveals the naked truth, the roads that smell of dampness and sweat, the old city that vomits its children and spit out all the nascent entities, and the smell of betrayal in which everything resounds.

Alone, I stand at the edge of the world, tainted with sin.

I try to separate myself from this world but I don't know. I try to contract the disease of vomiting that cleanses the soul and the stomach, perhaps purifying my sin, but I receive city vomit in my hollow me and swallow it submissively.

Everything looks as it is..

Children screaming from nearby balconies, sellers spreading their wares on the edges of the road and I hear their squawking and squabbling, and even cars roar in the streets and leave behind a black exhaust, not different from the color of life.

That is miserable and meaningless.