You take a blank sheet of paper and you draw a jar. A simple, empty, jar. But this is no ordinary jar, oh no. You put in it all my dreams, all my nightmares, my hopes and my thoughts. You shake it well, because you need them to mix. You don't want them separately.
Suddenly the blizzard starts. Everything becomes white. The jar gets covered in cocaine. Why cocaine? Why not snow? Because drugs make you happy for a moment...they make you fly. Hell, I wouldn't know. I never tried and never will try them. Cocaine takes the nightmares away, leaving only good dreams to stay in the jar. I am happy. But no, you don't want my nightmares to disappear. You want a mixture, remember? Silly me, should've known better.
insensitiveness fights sentimentalism.
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