“Deep in the human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense. But the real universe is always one step beyond logic.”
― Frank Herbert, Dune
A stray dog walking up and down the street. Free from everyone and everything but all it ever wanted was to belong to somebody. To someone. A cursed freedom. Forever walking the earth and yet nobody will see.
Nobody will understand its fascination of vacuum cleaners sucking the dust mites, one by one. Leaving the world, a little bit clearer. Elegant simplicity.
Nobody will understand the strong emotions tearing it apart from the inside. One thought after the other, slowly shredding its heart, piece by piece. Delicate mutilation.
Nobody will understand its desire to blend in with the sheep. The very ones who cannot see what it sees. Hollow sacrifice.
Would you give up a world in colours if others could only see shades of grey?
Loneliness gently gnawing at its soul.
Its shadow, growing longer and darker by the years. Its only friend. Calmly mushrooming into its worst enemy. Inebriating flagellation.
Nobody would notice its disappearance. Nobody would miss it. Quiet departure. As it already is, as it always will be.
Aromatic deception 