Envelope Poem by Emranor Reja

Sometimes I feel like doing nothing. I don't want to live in the heaven or hell. What is the meaning of peace and agony? Just nothing.

Everything is system, everything is somnolent, everything is Madeline going on atmosphere. A delicious food junction, a den without food some day live in the same house just for the demand of ecosystem. But what will be then?

I want my time before the time of birth. I need the time when I was time being itself. Who sends me here to have the noise violin?

Go, goes and gone, eat and eaten everything is some how illusion!

I feel better in winter. Feeling better is not the best result for me. Everything is laughing stock, everything is chin with the chin. Matrix of being self know nothing but walk on walking, move on moving.

But why?
But why my dear dodo?

When I kiss my dear I feel the time dead, when I touch my dear I feel the time stooped fish. I can't live within the feelings.
You?
You can't.
Why so fish prone envelope over your lives?