Because of blossoms ball

Because of a compound of gas and dust patiently merged together and sealed with gilded heat into a tiny round machine.

Because I came to this world.

Because Baudelaire urged us to run from soberness by any means available.

Because I need artificial paradises when everyday entourages go oppressively dim.

Because nature overtones occur fully new to my eyes.

Because my body drifts away in rhythmic streams of music.

Because flavors and textures make love to my tongue.

Because this way I can bring down every contemptible wall that encloses me into deceitful reality.

Because sometimes you need to forget about certain things.

Because I'm fed up with theories, conspiracies, beliefs, conventions, norms and values.

Because time unexpectedly gets on its knees and crawls before me, away from me

Because I simply like it.
Because.