I took a walk. As usual I'm alone. I've walked every bridge and street in this city. I've walked them hundreds of times. Walked them for hours some days a week.
Minutes dont count and i dont want them to do so. I've lost my sense for peace. I've lost everything I ever cared for. I'm constantly losing something.
Someday you get used to losing, losing and you become friends. i never asked losing why it makes me forfeit everything, because losing is spleenish.
As i took a walk down Friedrichstraße, i surprisingly found myself in front of self-esteem. She's pretty and i adored her.
But i was too shy to speak to her.
No one saves me, i realized as i set a foot into a bookstore. People walking to and fro besides me and i wondered if they'd notice me stabbing myself or falling off the roof.
If you dont know anyone no one wants to know you.
And so he did. Came over to me, and greeted me, though i never liked him and i told him that. He's fake, he pretends; he knows everyone, he's equal with everyone and I'm not.
So I became a harlequin.
A beloved, funny, masked, dancing and playing harlequin.
I'm in love with self-esteem and I'm no longer friends with losing or no one.
My life's finally fun and a lot of people love me.
Losing went away and took thinking with him but nevermind, I'm now more equal to everyone than i ever was and it's great.
But there was someone to whom everyone is equal, i just forgot his name.