distilled water....

I am looking for distilled water. I came across a chaos.. I was born in chaos.. I had never seen distilled water. I have listened to only traffic since I am born. People say you shall listen to yourself. But I found only traffic inside. Noise. Smoke. I can’t hear anything other than that. I checked my ears once. Doctor found them empty.
My friend plays flute sometime. I am out of this city sometime. I smell air sometime. I inhale sky sometime. But … sometime. My search doesn’t end; I want distilled water.

I eat everyday. I eat as I wakeup. I eat as clock says 12. I eat before sleeping. I eat nothing when I am sleeping. At least I don’t remember so.
I always wonder how can’t I remember the taste? I know it visually. But I can’t remember the taste with my eyes closed. But then what does my tongue do?

I don’t know what my eyes think of me. I don’t know what my ears think of me. I even don’t know what my tongue thinks of me. I don’t know what my mind thinks of me. But I still hate that traffic everyday. I think they all have failed to give me what I want.

I want nothing. I want to see nothing with my eyes open. I want to inhale nothing though I want to breathe. I want to hear nothing. I search distilled water. I found a mirror that shows nothing. I love that mirror. It has guts to refuse what makes it a mirror. But it is still a mirror. I call it a mirror.

I think I am not homogeneous. I am made-up of components. I am not like a bowl. I am even not like water. I cut my skin; blood comes out. I don’t see it from outside. What am I trying to hide? Why? Will I ever change? Who is fooling whom?

Does distilled water really exist? Has anyone seen its taste? Does it smell?