The Land of Conjurors

No one is here. Disembodied in a void. People are all gone except me. Perfect moment.  As the diver and the shark encounter,  tranquility permeates the room as if the time was soundlessly frozen.  No body, nobody but plankton. Far nearer I seem to be lessen. Me, the shark would not recognize missing each other deep in the sea where a bloc is intangibly weaved. Perfect moment if losing me, losing. In osmosis, rusting. Minimal element, a curious thought come like a plague as  people are all gone except me, toyed, disembodied in a void.

Just to be a loser and nothing else. Sometimes it is not the problem of love, perhaps the lack of feeling erodes me more or less. Things that are not said will find another way. But you even find it sick of trying to make fun of yourself. Nothing is for a certain purpose, and I finally realize that we are the people who are talking to no one. To do things always becomes wrong especially for us since we disappoint others, we are the disappointment. Better remain silent for anything as we always let others down. S had told me the circumstance of society that will draw out of your humanity. Perhaps I am undergoing such condition which keeps absorbing my feelings. Sooner or later I will become nobody. Right, sooner or later. Waiting is wasted if the horrible timing is always about to come. S is the typical criminal when looking upon her face. A word she wouldn't say but grey as she got plain feeling for anything she sees and tastes. She is not the person who is meant to be like this. A...