Phoenix

"Many people like to play with my consciousness, barimo barayitoneka, but the great thing is experience, ndimo nda, passing through. They like to inject venom from their hearts, but one day, I will use it as aura energy. I am still confused in this illusion world; they choose very few, choose reality. Why? Is the demon real or fake? Now, I am making my art through writing, while others are making their own art through many ways: fornication, singing, painting, laughing, etc. I am a mad artist singing songs through writing, using my own imagination. Am I fake or real? Who is thinking this? Are thoughts the only existence, or am I still creating many things in this universe? A billion years ago, was I Milky Way or Sun? All is vanity; vanity can be vanity, but it has utility. I am a dragon around his eggs. When I decay, my young ones will rise like a phoenix."