É fácil morrer num país pequeno...

She waited, languid and lonely by the slanted door. She wanted to know, she needed to know, she had other plans for her future...
Staring without lonely eyes she knew her blood was still. She only skimmed through sensations, she wasn´t alive. It was deeper than mere truth, further than god, lodged in a tiny dna sequence somewhere lost inside her. The ability she now saw in living came with him, in her eyes he had gone beyond. He lived according to his own particular law. It all started and ended in himself. No world existed, only a sum of individual beliefs. No rule, no law, no society. He travelled through life according to what moved him. He was big. She liked that. She liked the image of lying in bed with her head on his stomach listening to his and his stomachs ramblings.

AAAAAARRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHH................. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...........

...he shouted in the middle of his thoughts as if struggling to find a way out of them. That's how she saw it. For him the more he shouted the deeper he went, the ultimate rebellion, against his own set of logic. He loved loosing control over his mind. And he knew, yes he knew, that he really and utterly let himself go he just might never come back. The thin line that kept him in touch with any tipe of norm was actually very thin. He juggled between remaining a citizen and searching the purity behind it all. The cristal clarity of the meandering of his thoughts sent a gush of blood to his brain. Yelling made him feel closer to freedom. He wanted to be able to shout otherwere. He wanted to be listened. His actual shyness only allowed him to do it under the warmth of a protective body like hers. Under admiration. Her body was his haven. His safe-conduct to madness. Only whilst protected did he feel free. He felt a misfit. A chinaski. A user but not a scavenger of human relations. He did not exhaust others in himself. He surrendered always into the heart of lonely vagrants and only then, after delivering himself into others did he then feel prepared for the kill. Only then could he extract the juice he needed. Only then could he be free.
He loved people more than anything. And it was this extreme love that made him use them vampiresquely until their blood mingled into his and changed their dna sequence...