I swear it was my best, intensive and beautiful moment in my life. She started cuddling my chest and I saw the stars reflected deep in her eyes. But that's not why they sparkled. They sparkled, because I was the magic of her life. She began to lay down on my chest with a wide restrained smile. I gave her a kiss on her forehead. The second passed forever on the impassioned axis of horizon. The thing that I thought there was a deep black hole, in the middle of my body, started pounding. A tear ran. The bastard in my head went silent. She started laughing. Me too. Turns out I said the latter out loud.

I want my kitten that would survive the third world war, which she would have started herself, just to wear one of my hoodies. I want to hear her sweet singing on the roadtrip when that you-have-to-sing-along-now song comes over from the shitty JBL box because the car is too broken for a working radio-system. I want to kidnap her on a night trip - in the middle of nowhere - and want to feed her with ice cream. I want her fuck'n close cuddle, in which she would be ready be willing to die to do it with me, mainly only cuddling me, like a spider monkey. She is the one, who would push Donquixote off his fuck'n horse so I can just spend only an another second with her. She'd say something like ,,Bitch, Please'' and slice up an asteroid with a smile and her middle finger as symbolic irony, anything that would come our way - not needing to mess with it - . I want the girl I fell in love with.

Why is it called being normal when it's the hardest thing in the world to be? - Then why was it normal to break me?

The devil who dreams of paradise. At my side the impertinent girl.

Do we draw the life or are we drawn by life? It only takes a pebble and the orbit will punch you in the merrow. The book of destiny begins to spread these colors. Thoughts and emotions dance the waltz.

I swear it was the best day that the night could meet. Am I soulless? - No, it was more filled with passion and heat than sunlight's message. We all have our demons and devils in our heads, some in their hearts. I am this ...

You know that fantasy shit where there's always a happy ending? - Where is this happy ending? ... My life is extraordinary enough and I have a lot of shit. Only the happy end is missing. Assuming I didn't have it. And suddenly the book starts to burn, that's when I saw it. The kerosene-shirt I was wearing and the cigarette between my index &- middle finger. Ironic, isn't it? As if the index finger was the symbolic figure of judgment and the middle finger represented fucking himself in a noble way and in-between of all this shit - the cigarette - and my tears

If something like this brain-amputated shit can be integrated into this world, then why I can't?

The pain screamed ,,devilman crybaby'' and the only thing that left my life in tears was humanity. In truth, he was humanly, even for a moment. Perhaps he is being the most human creature of us all.

He rushed to the test. There they faced each other. The good that would crack open an era, a new chapter.

For a moment I wanted it. Those midnight trips and a cozy blanket at the fucking McDonald's parking area. That cliche banging with stones on the windows where you can't deny the widest smile on your face. Smuggling your own snacks and a blanket in the cinema and falling asleep together on the seats while the film is long time over. Writing kitschy sayings together with chalk on a rock face behind a waterfall. Acting upset while enjoying my fries being stolen, but never admitting it, as I'm too cool for it. Toasting bread on sticks over a campfire and feeding each other with it. Hugging each other in the most uncomfortable place, for hours full of devotion and affection. Hearing those our togethers - songs on a hammock in the forest cabin with the soft sound of the crackling fireplace in the background.

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