Land of mad

In the land of the mad

Lived once one normal one.
Looking at the hot cross bun only in her memories, since her naked eye simply couldn’t bear its brightness, its heat, its refusingtodie EG🙄
Where, for years, she tried to reason with the hun, the unquestionable, the undeniable truth of the existence –
-You see me, love…
-Sure I do
-And the same way eye can see you, too
-Nope! Correction! You’re nothing but my reflection!! There’s no need for you, or anybody else, I’m the one that CAN do, willing to save the world from the war, cold or hell, with my mighty sword, that of belief,- said the lord Number One, heating up, knowing its powers, unaware of the true existence of love, this devoted lover.
And so she finally understood her old dreams, resting in peace deep underground, in the core of her extraordinarily ordinary mind, projecting nothing……. but his back.
Yes, light he was and always will be.
Unable to read his very own hole, lost in the crazy mightiness of his very own sole, ignoring the number of feet of an ordinary human 🤷‍♀️
And so she stopped.
Since the altruistic mightiness didn’t need anyone. Just the followers, the copycats, the wannabees. One would only wonder at that point, who in such a world was creating all that war, hatred, cruelty, in one breath- the unnecessary death.
And so the story of zero light never happened, leaving baba Vanga truly blind, never touching her lost sight.
-Zero light? You mean darkness, right?🙄
-No, I said ZERO LIGHT, fracking zeroes everywhere
-If the complete darkness grows in the footprint of light, nothing remains!
-No. On the contrary. At such times ordinary human becomes blind to their ever present dark, able to perceive the fracking light. Said Stephen.
-King??
-Other. Stephen. Other. King…