Because of blossoms summer ball
Because of a compound of gas and dust patiently merged together and sealed with gilded heat into a tiny round machine.
Because I came to this world.
Just because.
Because Baudelaire urged us to run from soberness by any means available.
Because I need artificial paradises when everyday surroundings go oppressively dim.
Because nature contrasts become new before my eyes once again.
Because my body drifts away in rhythmic streams of music.
Because flavors and textures make love to my tongue.
Because this way I can bring down every contemptible wall that encloses me into deceitful reality.
Because sometimes you need to forget about certain things.
Because I'm fed up with theories, conspiracies, beliefs, conventions, norms and values.
Because time gets on its knees and crawls before me.
Because I simply like it.
Because of a compound of gas and dust patiently merged together and sealed with gilded heat into a tiny round machine.
Because I came to this world.
Just because.
Because Baudelaire urged us to run from soberness by any means available.
Because I need artificial paradises when everyday surroundings go oppressively dim.
Because nature contrasts become new before my eyes once again.
Because my body drifts away in rhythmic streams of music.
Because flavors and textures make love to my tongue.
Because this way I can bring down every contemptible wall that encloses me into deceitful reality.
Because sometimes you need to forget about certain things.
Because I'm fed up with theories, conspiracies, beliefs, conventions, norms and values.
Because time gets on its knees and crawls before me.
Because I simply like it.
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