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Käisin täna õhtul Kaidil haiglas külas. Ta oli nii ilus. Tal oli seljas haigla poolt antud pidžaama ja ta punased juuksed olid lohakalt patsi visatud. Ta nägi nii hoolitsemata välja tegelikult, aga ta oskab olla kuidagi lohakalt ilus... 

Ma ei viinud talle täna lilli. Ma ei käinud täna lillepoes, muidu oleksin seda teinud. Aga ma viisin mingisuguseid komme.

Kui ma otsisin sissepääsu haiglasse, möödusin ma ühest võrkaiast, mille sees kõndisid samasugustes pidžaamades mehed.

"Mine varju! Jookse räästa alla, ma võlun vihma välja!" hüüdis üks neist. Mul oli kohati naljakas neid seal aias jälgida, kuid põhiliselt oli see siiski väga kurb. Mul oli Kaidist nii kahju. Ta ei ole ju hull, miks ta peab siin olema?

Ma tean küll, et Kaidile ei meeldi, kui temast hale on, aga mis parata. Lihtsalt on.

Sisenesin haiglasse. Valvelauas istus tuima näoga mees, kes peale kolmandat küsimist suvatses mulle täiskasvanute osakonda teed juhatada.

Vajutasin nuppu. Trr! Uks avanes, sisenesin üleni valgesse üsna tühja ruumi.

"See ei ole võimalik! See EI OLE võimalik!" hüüdis Kaidi diivanilt püsti hüpates, "Ma ei uskunud, et sa tuled!"

-"Miks ma ei oleks pidanud tulema? Ma ju lubasin sulle, et esimesel võimalusel..."

"Jah, aga mina lasin sind küll üle. Ma ei roninudki Haapsallu, kuigi ma sulle seda lubasin."

Ma ei süüdistanud teda. Ma tean enam-vähem, mis tal kodus toimub. Teda ei saa järelvalveta jätta. Ulatasin talle kommipaki, mille ta kiiruga oma palatisse viis, sest muidu võetakse see talt ära.

"Kuidas sul siin seltskond on?"

-"Mina ja kolm skisofreenikut. See on õudne! Üks lõhkus mu tooli ära."

See tundus tõepoolest õudne. Veel õudsem oli mõte, et Kaidi siin on. Ta ei ole tõepoolest hull.

Seejärel nägin ühte pidžaamas ilusat noort neiut, kes käis ukselt-uksele ning korrutas endamisi tõsiasja, et seepi ei ole.

"Kaidi, tead mis ma teada sain?"

Kaidi kummardus mulle lähemale.

"Seepi ei ole," sosistasin talle.

Kaidi naeris ja leidis, et ma võiksin seda sama juttu minna õele rääkima, siis saaksime siin koos elada...

Aga see kõik praegu selleks.

Seebiotsijast skisofreenikuneiu ütles mulle, et ma olen kingadest juusteni ja juustest kingadeni ilus ja omapärane. Ma ei osanud muud öelda, peale aitähaitähaitähi, kuigi ma oleksin võinud teda tema aususe ja siiruse eest lõputult ja südamest tänada. Oleksin võinud talle öelda, et mul on nii hea meel, et ta seda mulle ütleb. Aga mul ei olnud sellel hetkel tõesti rohkem sõnu... Natuke kahju hakkas.

Then there are times when you just wonder, what a world we live in.

I was currently trying to figure out where to hide the dead body when i heard my door ring, I thought of running away but then i remembered my mother's words when she said not to run away from my problems. The fear of the potential police officers behind my door was growing bigger. I sneaked quietly to the window to see if my fear is reasoned, but then i saw the weirdest thing i had ever seen in my life...

Did the police really think i wouldn't recognize the secret agent behind that bio-hazard suit or did I really meet my destiny?

"I felt the compulsive urge to ring your door bell and greet you with a beehive while wearing a bio-hazard suit. Please don't take that offensively, it's one of my customs", he said.

"Who are you? What do you want? Better yet... Wh-wh-what are you doing with my sanity?! Give it back at once, otherwise I will have pet hamster trained in the arts of hamster-kyudo to rid your existence."

"Who am I? What do I want? These are the questions which are even more difficult to answer than the most famous question I've heard from school:

"Why did the chicken cross the road?"

I don't know the answer. Neither did the chicken...

Maybe I were the chicken who just wanted to cross the road. For no reason, that would answer everything. Me, having no aim what so ever, just crossing the road of life to see if there is something better to see. No, I didn't like the side of the road I was standing. Some kind of strange and giant desire was taking over me... To get to the other side. Why? Aint I afraid of the unknown? Maybe. But that was still better than nothing, I was ready to take that risk. I've got nothing to lose, I thought. I was blind. Why don't people see what they've got before they lose it?

I know I am offtopic. You told me to give back your sanity but the truth is, I already buried it to my backyard... There was no going back..."

"Wait," I stopped him, "Do you remember you breathe? It sucks when you remember this. You have a control over it... And you notice it. Same thing with blinking or swallowing. I don't know, just saying. Just remembered myself..."

It sucks that people don't listen to eachother.

I didn't notice how cold it was until today either.

Must just be my imagination.

But as I type this, I've lost track of my keystrokes, the flurry of fingers, hit or miss, as blinding and confusing as it is, I can assure you its no mere joke. It feels rather strange but nice, to be typing in rhyme and rhyme alike, whimsical may be the meaning, but that's a cue that the brain needs some ventilating.