Why You Have to Face The Emptiness

Just a poem. But it will catch up with you anyway. Better come prepared.

I don’t like my name. Filip, what kind of name is that? Blue blood lacks blood. John Lee, that’s a name. John Lee Van Roy, that’s me.

I just reread the damn thing and it looks sexy, I mean the black letters on the white paper. I mean, you know what I mean, ON THE SCREEN.

Does this make any sense? Actually, it doesn’t matter. Nothing does.

Where was I?

They squeeze you like a lemon. And then you end up looking like me.

There’s nothing much to say about living on cruise control.

There’s nothing much to say about anything.

The ultimate enemy is not chaos but a blind discipline.

I told you, I am John Lee Van Roy.