Meaningless

Never be a surrender
Never, be a surrender
Surrender but never
Never but not be a surrender
Not be but surrender
Be surrender but

A meaningless time particle's tears filling my lungs. I stand and look away and I do not try to understand what is happening and I do not try to tell.

However I can add meaning to the moment by the consciousness of that i am standing on the edge of meaninglessness. But still I am crushed in the meaninglessness of mine by the meaning of the increasing and decreasing dim light itself of the footed illumination that just stands right on the rear left of me.

I am raging at this position and frowning to the wind that blowing at the outside which does not have an intention to be quiet at the pitch black of the night. The wind that trails my frowning eyebrows throws my eyes at the sky. The things that my eyes see meet with my brain.

A colorful, glittering and sparkling sky like a festival. Besides in the most filthy nightmare of the night.
It is certain that the night's eyes, which shows vast black space to the millions of eyes on the ground, can only be strongly blind that will not see this festival.In the blind night, besides the meaninglessness of the sparkles in the sky, my meaninglessness also loses its meaning.

It is such a meaningless that the meaninglessness that has lost its meaning!
The meaning of being is our meaninglessness, the meaninglessness is the mystery of our self.

The witches start to fly on the brooms with their black cloaks in the dark sky.
The Piano keys are raining from their mouths.
I step the piano keys that fall from the sky and jump from one key to the other.
I realize I'm getting away from the wind, but my eyes!
My eyes remained at up, I can not reach them.
My ears are like deaf, they have no sound to transmit to my cells.
The keys i stepped do not have the notes!
I perceive that I have come to the end and at the beginning of everything.

I have never being a surrender, I have never, being a surrender, I have being a surrender but never, I have not being but surrender, I have being a surrender but…

Actually ... have i being funny?

Why the loneliness inside me laughing painfully at me?
Maybe it can take the bitterness of mocking laughters, I am throwing the red and green candies in front of me to my mouth.

I do not understand, I can not understand, we can not understand each one, I do not be understood,
I can not make it clear to be understood…

How could the loneliness be more exact?
Melancholic criminal melodies fall in my ears.
The wet notes spinning around me, make me feel dizziness and also my voice is ripping apart in the air.
I am setting an edge of a cliff as dwelling to my eyes, just to be more lonely and more falsely.

The loneliness that flies in the face of this is beginning to lose its meaning. I make meaningless loneliness.
Because I surrender myself to loneliness.
I can not do anything without it, but it can not exist without me.
I am a prerequisite for loneliness.
Loneliness can not be alone.

The mystery doors get opened;
The thing i have been a surrender is the thing i get as a surrender.