i wanna remember to turn on and off the switch when i enter and leave the room

the things are the way they are by the history they bring within 
no fact dared to be just fiction 
but every fairytale could be real
the absurdities i brought along my body
to be submissive to the existence stands out
not as an inconceivable being
although as the very fruit of desire
sovereign in the face of external adversities
petit dictator in the internal policies 
unconscious 
today is the last day that I’m using words
just because they don’t have any meaning to me
the world is big and so am I 
the world is small and I’m smaller