"What are you doing here at your age?" Asked the dude in the
white coat.
"You really want to hear my story?" I asked.
"Yes I do. Yes I do."
"Well... it all started back then..." And here is the
story...


How long do I know me?
15 years and a half or so.
No, no. How long do I REALLY know me?
That's a whole different question.
Yes, I agree. Yet, how long?
It depends.
On what, for fuck sake?
Well, since... since I stopped feeling guilty?
Hack no! I know myself long before.
Well... I think... Just maybe... Since I first wished for
the world to end?
Could be... If so, then it's 3.5 years, isn't it?
I'm not sure... Back then I wished the world to end so the
mankind won't be able to hurt it anymore.
I know I'm right. Well, I guess... since I started writing
poetry?
Yes! That's it! I know me since my first sincere poem!
Well... I'll give me 2.5 years for that.
I think it was more.
You may think as much as you wish, it won't change the
facts.
Fine! 2.5 years! But it was fun knowing me... damn this new
me. How long will it take me to know me now?
About a week or so... my new me is really flat... just like
everyone else in this scummy place I call 'world'.
Too bad though, I was really beging to like myself. I was my
best friend...
Oh well, time to end my conversation.
Wait! Don't I want to hear the latest poem by me?
Oh! I'm just trying to buy me some time! Fine.
"They walk on the path of the weak and sinfull, but they
cannot see! Their eyes are blinded by the false fame, their
soul is taken by thee!"
Did I make this in place?
Well... In matter of fact I did.
I knew it... stop buying time! Do it already!
Fine! Fine! See, I'm walking on the edges. See? Closer and
closer. Hey! I can see the large cave from here!
Oh for christ's sake! Do it!
Ok. If I see the love of death tell it, I miss the time we
used to spend together.


And I jumped.