This is about the first essay in poetry I ever did. I however felt like putting it online. Got some other too – I will publish them one day – probably.

Now, what you should know as well is that I had already published this piece of writing, back in the days in which I was using WordPress. As I took that (old) blog offline though, I felt that I needed to put it online again. Can’t tell you why, as I don’t really know myself. Anyways…

Mental walls are floating,
the only thing growing,
is my own will to die,
you can indeed kill me,
my soul will stay untouched,
have no problem, but do not judge,
for to judge you need to know,
what is good or bad, even though,
some people judge without having
a context to set it all in.
Do not do so, horror is a need,
to know bad, as such – indeed,
ataraxia is what is necessary for good,
now – who has ataraxia can’t have seen blood,
so who can judge properly?