Two different persons are the same.

A short story about you and me.

1.    I stay, I write and I drink. What do I drink? Water, Coke, Wine. Nothing. I drink nothing. It just seems so. Have you really belived me? Perhaps, afterall, I am the author… What do I write? Phrases, thoughts , impressions. Actually, I am writing nonsenses. Word after word, letter after letter, phrase after phrase. What  did you thought I write? I don’t stay.  I walk. I think, I imagine, I create.  
2.              Images are changing one after another. Words are spinning around me. I can feel them, hear their whispers, and see their form.  What on earth stops me to grab a damn paper and a pen and put them down on it, so you can see them through my eyes?  Selfishness, maybe. I don’t want to give you from my madness. I’ll let you see me enjoy it, but never let you have a taste. To feel it the way I feel it. Like a little poor kid who waches a rich one, eating a lolippop in front of him. Pure torture.  The little kid would keep starting at it, fixing it with his beautiful blue eyes, unconsciously licking his dry lips from time time, just to make sure that he’s not dreaming. Think about your favorite food. I bet you can feel your mouth watering already. Would you share your most desired thing with me? An unknow person, a criminal maybe, an angel or a devil.  Right now, I’m whoever or whatever you want me to be. I can even be a plant if that’s what your mind is telling you. Maybe I’m even God itself, if you belive in it.
3.                 I am what your mind desire! I am what you want to be, or what you don’t want to be. I am what you imagine as a perfect thing or person. I am perfect to you just for the simple fact that I wrote this.  You are what I am!