The art of letting go

In his small apartment on the nineteenth floor, he used to live alone for a long time, and he would remain so until the last day of his life, because he was mixing between love and intimacy. He also mixed between a flowerpot and an ashtray when he smoked to the point that he almost lost the little remaining of his mind as the ash took on the appearance of lilies. And when he started to confuse the wall and the mirror, he believed in his extraordinary ability to be invisible at times. On his last day, he would confuse the sky and the sea, and he would be overwhelmed by a strong desire to go there, but unfortunately he would exit through the window that he had started to confuse with the door, and his body would tear apart in front of the astonished passersby, who would in turn confuse between his desire to swim and his desire to commit suicide.