Aug. 20 2025
mud-1
Dirt
Hello.
They don’t call me in any way.
And I – no one.
I do not exist. As long as you won’t come up with me.
I am a calm in the air.
You breathe this air.
You breathe ..
I am a voice in your head that reproduces the letters.
And in your head.
I am dirt.
And you are in the mirror room.
Now you have sticky hands.
And you got dirty in me.
Raise your head – a sink above you.
With warm water. A soap lies nearby.
Hand over the hand properly.
Wash them.
And never touch me again.
You and I can nonukgamblingsites.co.uk chat. We can?
You will not have to kneel.
I can get up again.
Rise from the knees, wash your hands, stretch the right.
Let’s say hello.
„So what are you“.
Yes, I’m like that.
I have no name, and I am nobody.
Now it’s your turn.
There are so many personalities here.
So many votes.
Mirrors multiply me, mirrors erect me to the rank of master of the room, for I – everywhere.
I am everything.
The king is nothing.
Standing in nowhere.
Nowhere, surrounded by mirrors.
Look at me.
Look under your feet.
Look at the water. She pours out of nowhere, pours on the floor.
Everything disappears. Right from under the nose. Noticeable?
Noticeable.
Remark: I will never disappear.
I will wait for the mirror to collapse.
When the latter breaks.
No.
When I break the mirror.
When I break the last.
And on the glass ruins of the former greatness of anyone in anywhere I will build new walls.
New ceilings.
All – with my reflection.
And again I will rule.
In a huge metropolis of glass.
And you?
My hands, mine.
Stand up from the knees, shake.
Look around. Look at yourself from all sides.
In this universe, you can see all of you, man.
All of you. Soul.
Every speck that you will never wipe.
Every particle of the mud you forgot about, lost.
And now – look at yourself.
Remember that there was water here.
She is gone.
Already disappeared.
Only we were left together.
And you don’t cleanse yourself.
You can’t forgive yourself.
And I don’t forgive you.
Take your knees, hands on the floor.
Now your thin hands are again disgustingly sticky.
And so it will happen until destruction comes.
Glass ruins.
Recovery.
And in this new world I will look at myself again.
Look at you.
How are you trying to wash yourself.
How I’m trying.
How we get acquainted.
How everything is destroyed.
Sharping on the glass! – There is no one.
Brown! – There is no second.
How many mirrors are here? Infinitely a lot.
Infinitely a lot – you will not beg, and you will not count.
You can’t count – for I stand everywhere.
And then I stick to the floor, and only you stay.
With yourself.
And what am I?
I am nobody.
They don’t call me in any way.
„So what are you“.
Yes, I’m like that.
I am dirt.
And there is still no water around.
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