caring about nothing

I am nothing in this world of Tinkoff, do you care about me? I am walking thousand miles, and the trees know everything about me… Am I obliged to be like others or am I obliged to be free (the contradiction guaranteed).. Am I obliged to serve the others – God, society, empty bottles and minds… The other side of the moon is developing rapidly – faces with painted scars and paper roses: traumas of the childhood, the cruelty is almost emerged, the point of no return. The touch of dark queer souls, the killer clowns, the materialism of dying without not even a purpose but being upside down..

The universe of intelligence and self respect still allows us to be like humans..