Walking in a night there was young man, his head bowed and eyes on the ground. He was thinking about his life and the life in general. Was there anything worght living for? There is so many answers for the question, but non gives you real satisfaction, because you long had lost the will to live. Why living in this chaos when you know that almost everything in this world lost the real meaning and purpose. You don’t live, you only exist, like some miserable creature spared by gods out of pity because they knew it was better that way. To spare you, to let you live and experience the hardships and injustiece of the world, where your friend let you down, betrey you. Where your lover leave you and destroy your heart. The more you think about it, the more you believe that people are monsters with the mask of beauty and humanity. Was there anything worght living for?
Suddenly he raised the head, was it a noise, a sound just this moment? A street cat maybe or something similar? You can