The underworld.

I walk through the streets, those streets that could listen to me other day. I hope them to have some drunken ones. They tell me about the truth, maybe all the truth. I don’t mind, I really don’t care about it. I feel melt down due to those words. I know, I can feel the vacant smelling of the air. There is no pollution, no alarms, no shouts. Everything touch my mind, and I melt honesty. If I could give her a kick, I would not do, but I would say some words, I could change her mind, if she wanted. As I am such a trouble person, I should imagine the future with no mistakes, but I can’t, I can’t get. See, all the days are passing through away, and you are just here, hearing my voice, reflecting about this idiocy of mine.