Wounded eternity is on its way: you are stepping over the broken loneliness of the heart, sharing your pain only alone! Your skin is sore and cumbersome! As a child of Sisyphus with fear, he is dragging himself! He who has endured the existence of moments, the crap of humiliation is now helpless and hysterical! Guarded by innocence and now thirsting for sincerity - but he doesn't even know where he left himself!

He was turned against him by foamy-mouthed, green-eyed devils, flattering contemporaries, greedy enviers - only his loneliness, his single handcuff uniqueness lasts forever: The last refuge that shares fertility and madness! He needs a purifying loneliness consciousness, a secret incognito Being! "This is how you walk with wounded eternity, cumbersome and half-naked at every step!"

Words he faces cannot heal him, only selfless help! Something bias suddenly moves in the hearts, and the treasures of Humility tremble in omniscient stellar eyes! It is more difficult to walk and weigh the boundless unknown - isn't it!

The wounded consciousness can only bubble in the hearts, rage - never calm - rocking at most in the shelters of mothers! The boundless emptiness settles on everyone quietly and awkwardly! Humble loneliness also expands. It grows its unstoppably proliferating nests; consumes its victims with slow cruelty!

Outside, tears are besieging his fragile ****** plaster. But inside, in the ball-cosmos of eyes, in the spheres of retinas, the reality of sadness became more and more likely and vulnerable! As a careful survivor, we cherish the seeming pain and the ruins of emotions for a while, and yet we do not ask: Have we changed or stood up again? “One gem is pale, the other crystal carrying the treasure, the third glass palace, and all so fleeting and mortal. They work in the secret cavity catacombs of the body, the always living cell engines are biological particle molecules!

People may once again melt into one in a sea of ​​pain. - Even those who have yet learned to respect the still rules of existence will remain alien in vulnerability, when the falling humanity of Reality will be revealed in the face of a shower of tears! Pain - not knowing where it comes from! However, at the metronome of secret stimulus thresholds, everyone understands and you can never get out of miserable bitterness in vain, because they have a hopeful hope that there is and maybe even may not yet know it!

Because whoever shatters and breaks in his heart, the stem cell and atomic explosion of carved crater cavities into his soul will be the hardest thing to do! - Just the apocalypse pit; the den in which the Cassandra stamps of Life have multiplied will be the last judgment, in which sufferings and tears will be caught again, bursting to the surface bubbling!

Wait for me again! Silently open your arms. It’s so nice to get lost in your flag-burning eyes now that I’ve long forgotten! You kept my head in the midst of your banging, purple bangs, and you cared my serenity to caress me caringly! As the caring mom evokes fear and the shadow of terrible goblins in the evening!
The unquenchable universe of truth is scorched by the flames in this minute that we have both received as gifts. Above my face you are: A blessed-looking, full-smiled angel. The wings of your protective swan hand weave around the abundance of my oak shoulders, my hairy, prolific Enkidu chest weaves around like an amber tendril,

s sudden! Wait for me! If you love don't go! The prison cell of the ancient loneliness has been let go, it will not let go. “I bathed with you when you were by my side in your infinite harmony, in your spacious sea-lap, which calms my rippling storms.

"I couldn't understand how long I could cling to your spasm rejection and my selfish exile?" Please don't even deny it: The first despised the tiny raging SMS You wrote and I always listened to you in the gap of your tearful hours; I supported you!

My destiny is torn! And I regret not committing the sins of my deeds anymore! Would I have ended up as a disposable rag in a love trash can ?! You tasted the silky Eden cube-wedding of my chocolate with a longing, ******-bomber: you gave a kiss even in questionable and fatal fragment-minutes!

Even maybe I didn’t even break up now that you executed me and threw me like a rag! You broke my heart, trembling for you. Even now, I may not have interrupted even now that in the time of your pressing need, I was the one who sacrificed you in consolation, and when final despair drove pearl ***** in the trenches of your snow-white face, I was there for you and my consolation mixed with selflessness!

Even now I am not used to perhaps seeing the betrayal of your kisses not meant for me, and yet without envy and jealousy I endured and hoped in you - maybe one day the consecrated vow of a juror will change! Tell me, my little fairy pup? Have you ever loved your son-in-law fool?
Even now, I don't quite get used to the fact that it's just a dream, a fairy tale - a mere nonsense, and that deploying super bombers of your kind is just a general exercise, a game, and a pleasure. - Now everything is confused and the memories are hurting and swirling.

"Even now I don't really know what you chose in me that made me a traveling companion in love?" And that everything He gave with the momentary joys, cosmos blisses of the Universe, He gave with you! With your outburst of laughter. Hair, but there was a little beetle long ago that I could meet you: Times were unworthily kidnapped, and oblivion was closer to you than memory.

You said you knew me! Just look boldly at my humble abode: With the gradual orderliness and cleanliness arranged, you can't find any clues that I can sometimes speak to myself my vocal cords, a secret, inner room, with a strange mutter! My manuscripts and my mother can know my fleeting fads, my laughable rhymes - but only my mother knows me! A disciplined army of my folded feathers standing guarding may know the furry forest, the jungle bushes of my chunky hands, but really even they couldn't solve the eternal mystery about me: Why am I thirsting for loneliness, loneliness condemned to fertility?

Even so, I still like the shady sides of incognito, and despite my great hall, I avoid being noticed! I am still researching, discovering in myself the essence and content that I thought was led away, but my inner being is the constant doubt and despair itself!

I have countless secrets! I'm a survivor! The ancient hiding place, whose survival has become survival at all costs! Therefore, how can anyone imagine that he could have seen me without a thorough mapping of the inner soul-hall? "So next time I can only afford someone who has no back, sneaky intent,"

and it can't be - but whose mind is more understanding and whose heart is nobler when it beats, and who accepts my stupidly mature blunders, my little boy's dreads, half-truths! “Even in my heart, his hopeless troubadour, romantic son-in-law is hiding.

You used to be a fairy in a white apron: charming and strong - you extended your arms of hope over the sufferers and victims, and you flew barefoot even in cold crypt shops: on the cornerstones of patinated universities! Oh, my angel! You remember? Your tiny soul trembled like a lily petal swallowed by a thorn, and your ever-increasing and faster pace hammered your immortal heart pounding

a chirping, caressing word, “Honey! Honey!" "During the day, the consuming fire flared in your eyes, and when the dream drifted on your blessed head to promote your harmony," you stretched out your graceful, reed-slender limbs like a cat when it rubs and purrs to win your wish!

Your laughter was an ambrotic universe to me. You have faithfully and faithfully restrained your uncontrolled Pegasus, and you have sat on the ******* - the majestic Artemis body of Amazon. I listened to the delicate eroticism of your lips as you sweetened your melancholy mood with chocolates as a modest request, and maybe you couldn't and didn't know

you may have guessed that I had long ago set your heart on the marble wall of my heart, and my feelings for you were shattered. “You used to be a fairy in a white apron — and now the fulfillment of love is conceived in your body; armies of tiny toddler legs greet you when you get home: you are still gentle and strong and you protect others, you are afraid to defend!

Think about it: I did not mean my complimenting words to destructive forgetfulness, but that your mischievous mischief may not be lost forever: once you wake up and visit, your emotional hermit will greet you with the death of humility, and if you fall asleep: Angels keep your dread dreaded!

Now it's still a warm, lukewarm daze.
Dressed in a morgue, getting the gray sky. clouds of cotton candy vented out of themselves the broken drops of their grief. The late-zigzagging injection needle tips of lightning do not split: Although ominous breezes still explode, they secretly pop up here and there.

The unchanging buzz of the end of summer ripens on the branches. Autumn kisses its green scaly fires with its imit-amott flames: their bodies are threatened by the price of digestive fire! Beyond that on the Mountain of Birds rest three balding aggastyan kings: and their mountain ranges are gently and veinily connected like tired and limp muscles on the barren surfaces of their bodies.

Now everything is, can and will be! - It is a happy consciousness of safe satisfaction. I have nothing but my self-conscious hope of forcibly pulling me out of the mud and setting it up: I will - yes - my work and the wolf laws of the world will no longer trample on me, and I will not mortally injure me!

It would have been good to moor in the revived era of existence, and to settle down on a reciprocal lottery run: I accepted Loneliness as an unexpected traveler, a grateful guest, and I do not expect to thank only envious scolding.

on the scraped debris of my infinite days I am still reading the eternal and immortal Truths of the letters! - I'm feeding my food, but with increased hypochondriac diet mania! "In the morning, you just get out of bed with a ball and grumble grimly."

I could only see the morning star again, and in it lost my sweetheart in blunders!