You tell me something; I look into your eyes kindly and attentive. I don't care about anything you might tell (you speak with banal, countless times spoken and written phrases, they cannot hide neither emptiness instead of your soul nor selfishness), because you do talk only about yourself. Just like a domestic animal, what has got used to its owner and the order established by him, but its knowledge confines itself to anticipation of forage pass-out time. I disdain the submissive obedience in your eyes when you ask me something, and I disdain the pretentious and self-taught intonation of seeming superiority and delusive independence in your look when again – as always – you talk about yourself. I disdain the childish pride that covers ignorance, confusion and the idea about self-sufficiency borrowed from cheap, tasteless literature. My contempt is so endless and powerless that it doesn't even need any manifestation in words or actions, even not in expressions or look, it silently lives in me together with everyday thoughts about small duties and unimportant purchases. I change, with every day the sensitiveness of my nerve cells decreases a little, my internal organs wear out and my memory is supplemented with new, unnecessary knowledge. But you never change. I don't want to touch you, to cause your enjoyment and make you laugh, because in your system of notions my kisses and touches are the same kind of service as the public transport or laundry that is due to you with the force of law. It is a service that includes humiliation of me to compensate your weakness, silent pain, failures and offences. You like beautiful things just because you get high on breaking them. Even the false and empty sentence "I love you" you say because it begins with "I". You think that with that you own me till the time you won't need me any more. Like an object, a thing that silently recreates the injured self-confidence. Now, after the midnight, everything is still just the same as yesterday, except that the new day has begun. I feel that I still hold you in contempt.