UNSOLVED DESTINIES

 The fear of space and the claustrophobia that promised to be permanent seem to meet reality immediately; the stretch of road that started as a straightening towards the middle of life becomes increasingly difficult and more neck-breaking, from the loosened shackles they could try in vain to establish more modern, trendier habits. 

The soul - often - is an envelope thought to be unbreakable, in which a coded clause was placed, just like at the very end of most contracts. Because - who knows why - the current average always falls a little out of the statistics of the original tables; they frown more and more worriedly at the thoughts laden with confusion, because Existence falls apart into smaller and smaller crumbs if some shelter-help is left out. 

Nowadays, everything seems to have an extra weight, which is just a quarreled peg on the other's neck, as if an inner wardrobe wants to suck up the unconscious complex driving forces of qualities and characters. It will always be good to be careful about who can say and what can remain silent during a hearing, a so-called informal conversation, because a tragedy of fate does not say goodbye to the person himself - but much more to the beings who are still stuck here. Even old acquaintances only nod; why don't they ever say hello?! 

As actors in secret plans - often -, no one can guess what they should do, when, where and how?! Intentional short circuits are imitated in many places, so as not to have to take responsibility for anything; because man is indeed traveling more and more heavily towards the infinite, vacuum-filled space, where only lack and nothingness greet him like an old friend.