I got up… Where am I right now?
Why didn’t I remember anything?
I’m under the bridge of the city centre.
The height twenty meter floor to between top point.
There is a sewer my around…
It’s garbage pile looks at me.
I’m beneath the tent…
I have a stray kutik next to me arose…
… or am I homeless anymore.
No, it’s my dog… Cuz, it knows me…
But, I don’t know the kutik!
My old kutik was German Shepherd dog!.. 🦮

I’m wearing an old cardigan…
My trousers are distressed…
I used to wear old pants but it was fashionable…
I don’t have shoes or any boots…
My socks are dirty and split.
Everything is black-white.
There is no color, no light, no emotion reference…

This is my collapse!..
Ok, so where are my properties?..
There were homes, cars, wristwatches, clothes, perfumes…
What is happened!.. What the hell!..
So, what will happen now?..

I hate beggar, but I feel helpless.
Mayhap, is necessary for me.
That’s very bad indeed.
My dog and I we will get over together.

So that, what’s the good sides this?
There is no installment, no bill, no invoice.
I don’t have to think about how I’m going to pay my debt.
I was fed up with solve problems.
I am free at last!

I don’t have phone, no friends, no past, no good fate anymore…
I don’t see what I can do.
I can’t keep my composure!
I didn’t cry for longer but…
There is a man. The man is walk across me.
He is greeting me… And he bend over to ground…
He fall down on the soil…
Actually it’s drunk!..

I stand up and walk around…
My dog track me, and other dogs are track us. 🐾
We are going to the bazaar.
I heard, the woman says,
“It’s better for him to live on the street!”
I am looking to her.
She is fat and short. She is brutal!
I am hungry, even starving.
I want to eat some food.

I looked a mirror of black car.
Oh my god! I’m look like an animal.
My beard is white, very long, and my hair mixed and dusty.
Perhaps, involves some dandruff.
My pattern of face is dirty like coal.

I saw a chicken restaurant side of the road..
I like chicken turning, I love chicken translate, too.
I like cute animals.
I am talking with cook about chicken.
I want a half bread with chicken.
He wants money.
I said him,
“I don’t have change but I can give you cheque.”
I show a dirty any paper.
He has grimace to me…
He said,
“Are you kidding me, man. But invalid cheque.
You are dissappointed me. Fucked up!”

I thought, memories can teach valuable lectures…
As if I am pupil in the life school.
He is rocking the doner knife on me.
My kutiks are barking always to bad cook.
They don’t care about us.
They don’t know how I feel.
They don’t want you know.
I am poor and gariban.

And come across officer of constabulary.
He says,
“Come with me if you want to live!”
Am I in the wonderland?!
I don’t have any chance already.
“Okay. I’m coming with you.” I say.
We are going to anywhere…
He told me unknown words.
I don’t understand him.
He is bittersweet person for me right now.
He helps me, but he didn’t get along me.
It’s memory lane inside pass my brain…
At the same time, contain oxymoron characters.
All letters are mumble…

The officer turn at me a gun.
Fear is as effect as enchantment.
I take smelf vetiver, linden and rosewood.
Am I in the sleep?..
Insomnia is responsible for this.
Am I in the dream?
I heard a voice!
“It’s time, I am Azrayil!” ☠️
Just then, my phone is ringing three times… ☎️📞

Doctrine: “You are a dream, a nightmare born of my illness. However I don’t know how to destroy you!” – Fyodor Dostoevsky