Correct & Environmentally Acceptable Dramas

The last years of my life, I learned to pacify myself. I decomposed myself into average Ikea boxes and average "Thank you" letters. I took from myself all the homeless, unbridled, spontaneous and restless I had and filtered out of it all too poisonous, bad-smelling emotions that had lain in centuries-old ice floes. I used to throw these emotions and wound, take aim and kill to the ground. Myself and others. In this beautiful hysteria of life, in addition to destruction, there was a lot of creation. There was some certain depth and I was its measure. There was so much inner art, which spat out of me in small pieces of sugar sometimes. But I had to learn to coexist with the world and I turned off this tap of emotions in myself. And eventually even sealed it. I am pleased with my progress, I have come very far in this coexistence, empathy, understanding and restraint. But now I'm sitting here and thinking, one of these days I need to gather my strength and open this tap again. Something went lost in me without it. Something important, wild, original of mine was left without air. And so I torment and torment myself in front of the mirror, missing a few important wrinkles in my face. But hey, glory to technical progress! I bought a special filter for the tap. Very soon I will dare to put new water in your ears again. And then I will sit with a cigarette and watch how the filter smoothly fishes out only "Correct & Environmentally Acceptable Dramas" from the stream of me.