One sip, half a sip, two suicide plans, a Mozart music, a cry for help. A laugh followed by despair. A pinch of cheer leaves the dirty eyes looking in the mirror. One day not lived, another day planning not to live. I conquer the world from my bedroom window, I am free until the dense smoke disperses, I see the walls and railings. Free from reality, or deprived of realizing freedom? Bring me back the laws, statutes and institutions. I want to give myself to whomever you want. It's not me any more, or it's not my soul any more.
