Alone and tired on campus, drinking fuisce with red bull, refreshing facebook. A poetry of a slightly different CTU student.

His dear went home, his mind did so with third glass of his golden friend. His heart is torn into one signle piece and so fucking satisfied.

He thinks, he loves Prague. He always loved just to walk or drive around the places, he doesn’t know and watch. Watch buildings, watch trees, watch people, count pilons, dream… And Prague is a big place. A place, he doesn’t know.

When he last visited Náměstí Jana Palacha at night, he had to stay by the bridge for a while and admire the beauty of Hradčany. It was raining that night. Nights are wonderful. You can’t see things and things can’t see you. You know, that they’re here, but they don’t. And when they don’t know, you’re there, they’re acting naturally. So do people.

Than he had to leave the river in all her beauty and go to a nearby building, where he had something to do. It was a very old building. Old and grand. The philosophic faculty. What a CTU student like me could want in such institution? Be that, as it may, he was excited. And that excitement lasted for whole a night.

Although he loves his town, there’s something on Prague, that not a place he’s been in ever had. He doesn’t know and, all a plastered, he hopes someone to tell him. Perhaps absinthe fairy? Oh, he doesn’t drink this stuff anymore.

That reminds him of a movie, he’s been on yesterday. And he…

God damned… I think… no.
Well it’s seems to me, that I’m not able to write one more senseful sentence. Good night, people of Earth and cheers. Let’s turn the last glass into a void and…

damned I should wash up.