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I open the window.
I lie on the outer sill so that my legs only are keeping me inside my room. I get my marlboros and lit one with matches, because they smell so good. I breathe in this poisoning smoke and listen to the hiss of the tobacco on the tip of the cigarette. I look at this beautiful sky, on these clouds, whose roots are a little bit lit by the almost sleeping sun. I wish to jump of the roof of the skyscraper, and there would be nothing after. I wish I fell just like that girl from the forties' photo, as she would be sleeping, so insanely beautiful. I wish that someone opened the window nearby just like me and shared my loneliness to both of us. I wish there was someone to take a half of this beautiful sky, so that I would not be the one embracing this beauty, because this clouds are looking at me like that... I wish someone saw me in the way they see me. I breathe out all this shit out of my brains in the way that none of this gets back to the room along with the smoke. I look at green land down there and do not want to see there a pool of blood, I wish everything was forever as beautiful, as these clouds. I sit back on the couch next to the window and bury my nose in my tobacco-smelling hand. I wish that someone saw this beauty the way I see it. But today these heavy boots are mine only.
I close the window.