Thoughts - Prose: Untitled.

                                     
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Track: NSH is out friend                
By: Macros     
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  I was standing in the toilet on the second floor
a large five-story building,
whose corridors we constantly passed
people.  they went into different offices,
fussed, carried piles back and forth
papers, but here I stood alone.              
  water was dripping - that was the only thing
what I heard. and white, tiled
the walls were a high wall separating me from
general turmoil.                      
  the doors to the booths were open,
it probably smelled like a mixture of bleach and cheap
detergent, but I had no time
this.  there was a gun in my hand and I
monotonously looked at the black dot on
wall.                                  
  time passed, but absolutely nothing
changed, contrary to all existing
laws  maybe the papers are something
very important if for their sake people
abandoned everything and everyone.  - I thought then
squeezing the gun tighter, then relaxing
hand so that he almost fell to the floor.  
  the water was still dripping.someday
she will punch a hole here - I thought and
slowly raised the gun to his head.
for some reason it immediately became quiet, although the world
began to feel unusual around me
bright and clear.  I heard my beating
heart and the sound of your breathing.  sweat,
stood out on his face, didn't even intend to
dry out. it was hot. when suddenly...      
  when suddenly a light, barely perceptible wave
freshness ran across my face, taking away
with a few particles of moisture. and,
stopping time, she rushed away, like
as if she never existed. as soon as time
started its course again, I again
I felt a slight coolness on my face.   
 I opened my eyes and noticed... God,
Why haven't I noticed this until now?
looked straight at me through the window
clear, transparent sky, sending me
light breath of wind.                   
  how so? How long have I been standing here?
and didn’t notice the open window.         
  coolness was the only thing
I felt at that moment.  me again
closed his eyes.  I remembered about the left one, ah,
maybe the right shoe, about three
stained roses, about triangular
office...                              
  and said - fuck you!         
  I easily pushed the door and went out
corridor   my way to the exit was
not subject to the laws of time and I almost
I immediately found myself on the street.  haven't heardusual noise, I just felt a pleasant
coolness that removes remaining moisture from the face.
  I walked, or maybe I just followed
by the wind.  or maybe it was the other way around
meet him.  through the park, sunny and
streets shaded by the tops of houses, along
sidewalks cleared of dust and leaves. 
  and suddenly, walking along the river, I saw
her...                                   
  she walked towards me, indifferent
looking somewhere into the distance. her hair a little
the wind played noticeably and was also in her hand
gun.                               
  we caught up and looked at each other for a long time
on a friend.  a light breeze added
pleasantly warm rays of the evening sun,
warming us and everything around us. so, in
silence, we just looked at each other
friend.                                  
  we missed the moment when time
resumed its course.   we walked along
sandy river bank, holding hands,
and the sun sent its
life-giving rays. she dropped the gun
earlier than me, approximately in the place where
I found it, just like I did.         
 we went into the distance. the sun wanted to go with
us, but it couldn’t, because we weren’t
the only ones who needed to send
its rays.                             
  we were no longer visible, and the last
a ray of sun reflected from a mirror
smooth the water, came back anddisappeared
over the horizon.                          
  the sun came towards us.