36 haiku on suicide and the disappearing pond.

just needed some space-
it was getting too stuffy,
and i couldn’t breathe.

and i couldn’t breathe,
an intellectual’s dream
while reading nietzsche.

while reading nietzche
and exploring jean-paul sartre,
sank into a void.

sank into a void,
all surrounded by darkness,
i wanted to die.

i wanted to die,
but thought that that would be rude,
so stayed for a while.

so stayed for a while,
and all things became unclear.
who murdered nature?

who murdered nature
or the original state?
now, how should i be?

now, how should i be?
these blank stares aiming at me,
shooting off weapons.

shooting off weapons,
blood spreads all over this space
and pulls the trigger.

02.03-12.20.04.