Easy come, easy go.

When there is plenty of rice,
even cats will claim to be relative.

Once there's no money and no fame,
there is no relation, there is no pain.

shedding faces

After the last humiliation I faced, death of the ego happenned.
My mother had only 2 names.
People of power have many characters behind a single name,
Some people immitate many others.
I was given one name by my parents.
Few by society.
Many names by friends.
Much more on the net.
Suddenly hit by something.
Greater than money.
God is indeed great.
Made the chameleon's skin like the mind.
I'm now deeper than the skin.
No mind.
Just existing.
Without any description.
Unformatted.
Nothing to copy.
Everything has renounced me.
I don't have anything to lose.
Just great.
With a pinch of misery.
Waiting for the end.
There's some love hiding somewhere.

polluted with writings

I have nothing to write about.
That's because I can't think of anything else, except nothing.
But nothing is really true.
Nothing else is worth writing about.
It's better than everything.
There is indeed something in nothing.
But if I write about nothing, something becomes polluted.
I don't mean the same as saying writing spoils nothing,
I mean, writing spoils everything, including nothing.
Yes, that's what I mean.
Maybe you can see nothing now.
This blog was filled with nothing.
It is now not nothing anymore.
Now it is polluted with writings.

how sad.