On death razor

My brain has gone beyond the world; there is a bunch of problem without solution on my nerve. It’s too hard if you try to see the fact by just 3mm of eye’s pupil, and even harder when facts are coming from every direction and they attack to brain. Now I have to realize them and find a solution but…

The weather is cold but when I was looking at mirror, I’ve found my -self flooded in sweat. I’ve found just two bloody eyes and my brain as a rough draft after math exam.

And after all I’ve found my –self as an agar which is burning till death and after that there will be a fragrant nebula of me around you which you can’t feel it because you just will have focused on my ashes as other people will do.