Short Texts and Late Night Thoughts

The Monster.

 I lost. It's not the first time I mean, I lost a lot in my life, people, opportunities, I lost at games, I lost at work, I lost at friendship, I lost at love, I know what losing is, I know what losing feels like. I always failed, I always got back on track, I always crawled, I always came back. I've always fallen and rose. I lost once again, and I know how to get back, for that to happen I must at all costs stay attached to that feeling. The desire to win. The desire to destroy them. Every single one of them. I have to stay alive and control them, beat them, extinct them, vanish them. In the end they all will be ashes, I'll be the only one left, I'll be the winner, I'll be the biggest loner, the last person on earth, with nobody to see the extent of my power, of my grandiosity, with nobody left to see the last human being, the most perfect one, the one that never gave up, the one that always got back after collapsing, the devil who turned himself into an angel again after relapsing. But what does that mean, to be the only winner, if nobody can read my story, the legend of me, the story of what I want to be, I don't want to win, the monster does, he wants that, I don't, why does he control me, why am I a slave to it, please world stop feeding him, he will destroy you, please don't listen to his lies he will devour you, please don't fall, if you fall once, you won't get up soon enough, he's faster than you, he's luckier than you, he's smarter, better, prettier, stronger, and he'll be the first one, because too many times, yes, too many times he has been the last one. The monster isn't only in me. He's in you. In him. In her. In them. In us. The monster is us. The monster is humanity. If we fly too close to the sun, our wings are going to burn and we'll fall in the ocean. Losing isn't a flaw, it's a blessing, so why do you all keep feeding the monster ?