I’m standing next to you but you can see me,
I will like to talk to you but you won’t hear me.
Oh my dear, I’ve reached the unreachable, I’ve mastered everything
I need neither to sleep nor to eat nor to shit
I feel neither pain nor sorrow nor despair nor anxiety
Now that I’m dead, I’ve become God, I’ve become perfection itself.
Now that I’m dead, everything I want is to be imperfect again.
All the answer I’ve been searching, now I found them, but a futile hug has more value than them.
Now that I’m God, I know the value of a hug, of a rest of a food of a word of a feeling.
Now that I’m God I will like to feel pain, to feel hunger to feel joy or love.
I’ve tried to touch you, but my body just pass throw yours, leaving you with an electrical spasm
I’ve tried to talk, but my words get to you as vibration
Enjoy every moment of your life with the same intensity
Now you cry you lost, but I’m the one who lost
Cry louder and enjoy it, as much as laughing, don’t worry, worry waste your moment, and few time you have left before becoming God .
I thought the destination was my goal, but I was mistaken and now i know the road is much more valuable.
If the God of God can hear me, please make me a species again, make me imperfect again,
I want to enjoy the touching of a grass, the stress of a job, the sleeping in a couch and the tears of a lost loving one.
O Mother I’m sorry I’ve killed myself, sorry I can’t hug you or tell you how much I loved you.
O father, I’m sorry I couldn’t live without answer, I’m sorry I spent more time reading than fishing with you.
I will like to hug someone
No, no, no, life isn’t meaningless, and the only meaningless life is the perfect one.
My illusion gives me much more joy and meaning than those answers
“Now I’m perfection, and I know those hugs weren’t for Granted.”
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