The perfect view.
Buildings. Lights. Taxis. People.
Languages. Music. Paintings and altered proteins.
The need for amusement. The need for entertainment.
The need for food. The need for air. The need for sex.
High doses. Mixed chemicals. Self destruction.
The perfect getaway. The perfect self-indulged pain. The perfect F A C T, I hate philosophy.
Short day job filled with regret. Prolong night interaction working as an open faucet slowly releasing guilt.
Feeling of dispair. Feeling of betrayal. Feeling of disappointment. Feelings of losing hope in perfection. Feelings created because of human impulses.
Magically Melt them away. The perfect solution for detachment of unreality.
Swim away in the never ending combination of sound perfection.
Melt away into reality.
I dream in the mornings. I live at night.
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