Lits - light.

.59 [muz:xpen]


.light


    he walked along a quiet night street. Cold. this cold was creeping through
him to the core.
    "Where am I going?" - he thought.
    silence.  this all-consuming silence of the street. the street on which
During the day, people walk around, spit, talk, and fight. at this moment
he didn’t care about a single person living on this planet.
    he stood in front of the house and looked up. the house was swallowed up
sleep.   this infant sleep that only
a one-year-old child being watched by his mother, calm about
your child.
    he looked around, there was no one on the street.
    a light appeared in one of the windows. small but bright light.
    he raised his head higher, took a deep breath, while
nostrils wide apart.
    a familiar smell, the smell of whitefish.
    harsh smoke enveloping brain cells. the same brain
who thinks. thinks about everything and at the same time about nothing.
    "why did this happen to me..?"


 <...>


    "I went out to smoke on the balcony. There was a man standing in front of the house and
looked somewhere up, then he turned around and took something out of
pocket, as I found out later it was a 'gun'.
    after which he pointed the gun at his temple. a shot rang out
I even had a cigarette fall out of my hands, I felt scared...".
    "Thank you, everything is clear - this is suicide, probably based on
mental insanity," saidman in uniform closing
folder.


 <...>


    I lay on the asphalt and watched the light fly down towards me
...
    he flew very slowly, it was as if time had stopped, everything
all around froze in anticipation of something. something unknown.
    darkness. darkness and silence. silence that hurts your ears,
but I don't feel pain.
    maybe that's all? yes everything...