My worried fears surround me! Nights expelled on loud-roaring days lie on a flirt! Irritant **** yelling voices destroy empathy, further build spiritual harmony! Hurricane waves are fueled by unnecessary human tempers! Could I still hear the angelic motion under my Beloved's heart perhaps?
 
The cherishing wings of angels are rarely redeemed from this present Apocalyptic state! Grind your time to the unruly Heart! "The gates of the universe-lips are not sure to open in the midst of hesitant trembling!" Pounding wave sounds would be even better if you could compose the immortal sparkle of superstitious eyes!
 
The Light Galaxy of Hopeless Romances can bleed in a veil of purple-hardened sunsets! The ever-changing Human Spirit can only gain momentum through Someone Else; I am perfectly defenseless in my lost loneliness! Because I should have understood the rules of Survival with simplicity to stay alive!
 
Among the annihilating sand caves of silence deserts, where else could I find a refuge to ****? Can't I get kisses for fidelity? You can never serve Humanity enough to keep us afloat on the surface, and yet we fall into the deep without it! "Are you a rebel in silence, encouraging in silence?" Even if you deny it: you are vulnerable and at the same time a Prisoner!
 
You're fooling this idiot-free world! And maybe you can only trust you with Loyal Eyes on your way ..

Abandoned harbors in cherished bays but it would be nice to return again! A vortex storm, an unnecessary reef rupture could not be a barrier in the Sea of Being! You may be able to help through a measured series of scapegoats: Good luck s Will! The gaping deep calm is often not always given this way; and I often sink as a volunteer at the cost of swearing and shame! It will not be predictable long this life path!
 
The learnable cross-section of my human destiny is first knotted together and then intimidated by a killing harpy Squirrels! Savior Ariadne, where are you to help? It became a perforated heart-petal, and in my chalice the eternal comet lights of the Universe also light up exceptionally! Career knives that warn you in my throat and command you to “stop” are lurking!
 
My cherished dreams are mowed by wounds! Breathable in purple Time-nights stretch out the veils of diamond stars over my head! In me, a face sketch is often confronted with overwhelming reality; secret, mystery and obscurity weave your careful network if you want others not to know you Really! I’m also learning lessons from rehearsals: I’m a Konok like a piece of stone thrown into the water - so I can’t afford to fall apart!
 
The walnut-hard Loneliness has long since found its sacrifice in me, it is just waiting for the Dear to create a garden of Eden that invites every day instead of the miserable Golgotha district! Maybe I'm afraid: Hurt the immortal edible of forbidden bodies? The laughing amazement of flirting eyes? Should we have a refreshing handshake of lady laughs, a good-tasting shake ?! - I'm not just sorry about that! With my hesitant, stumbling footsteps I communicate to an uncertain Future - I should not give up uninhabited, desires, painted dreams yet…

For even today the fearsome Great Time is cursed and has come for me; the floats of my bones also shiver with reality! Maybe it was my fault today, I can't research that by emigrating to Hermit, I couldn't break away from you even then! Only those who have tried to love vulnerable can know this caressing feeling! Has the cohesive bond that has chained us to Reality as a solid point broken?
 
The joy of Heaven once came with you and disappeared like smoke! I would speak to you now who you still misunderstand, because your incomprehensible pride is greater than your giving petal heart if you understood at all: you were guilty of misunderstanding and intentional abrasion! Little Mythcaster with a recognized Artist just can't get along with anyone! "Who bored you in my surviving ruins of my days? Orphans left me lost in my desperate situation, when you knew I could take eternal Friendships seriously!"
 
I ask: There is no compulsion! Can there be anything beyond the social curiosity of the universal cultures that connects you to it? Do you light a light or wear it down forever and next time you meet in the scattering of urns are you curious Our souls are reunited ?! We can still sit deep in ourselves if we print broken rice texts for each other! As an understanding Friend in trouble, you should talk to me so that I can boldly unravel the still cherished chaos of My Being and not stumble again in the next dam moments! "Hold the paw of my Enkidu hand in confidence, for you can understand it best. D help me get through my distressed, turning days!"
Sounds burst into me
 
I want to get out of my chubby body, which has been left to me as a traditional gift from my birth! I no longer regret not succeeding in losing weight - this is the only way I can experience the truer character of people! We should point inversely curve mirrors at each other voluntarily, just as no clown or comedian can laugh forever while his eyes are bitterly teared inside! The outside world would still need a lot of acceptance as an acceptable, teaching lesson!
 
I would like to be shamelessly prudent and homophobic when the Venus hills of the Universe are revealed to me and I then back away hesitantly and first enter after long requests! I could learn my destiny from budding, immortal moments! - I have hated it a long time ago that everyone can be excited as a novelty by themselves and only! I would also like to believe, cherishing the dream that is found, that a dear Angel will find me and, as a good love, surround me on a babysitter with his giving passions!
 
The timeless Present is a ring and many times I am Boring! The pitch-silence of my mortal life can rarely be penetrated by the extinguishing candle world, the Comet Light that wants to heal! - I would like to finally stand up and confess myself: See me without layers, and try to get to know me caringly! "I am preparing for the night in my consciousness - I would spread the free wings of my self-consciousness for a long time so that I could fly into the earthly smile of donating stars, so that I could cling to it for the last time!"

Who could have been a non-original voice that couldn't bother anyone and who heard a quiet killer on the night sobbing on the wall of the room of the dying, drunken Shadows? He could have uttered in Human Hearts, "Let there be Sun!" - A dark call crushed him every day and called for a fight: This is how the crying, over-noise child became more and more savage, more crazy!
 
For in every sentient Spirit a Shadow looks back upon us, as if we were looking among shards of mirror tiles; He stares at us staring like a grimace and sobbing! Executioner Time is rapidly leaking like nourishing breast milk into the poles of bodies and when they were called, Dark Despair of All, flirting with death, is inviting more and more! So far away from the brainwashed camp of scavenging sheep, lone wolf breeds can hardly be reared!
 
This is how the roaring Stupidity threw his serving minutes into the ranks! A sure recipe for smiling idiots and charms! - Doom may be dark! He was kneaded with sure hands from China and Death: where else can this bottom of the earth create true signs of consolation? Even today they often deny each other and certainly cannot notice their most precious Souls;
 
The tear ducts of true pearls swirl from the vessels of melted crater eyes as the melody of streams! Stumbling Yourself Carving Man Wreck! When do you notice yourself being able to live ?! "You were a dream of another era, and this now silly thing, how can you no longer learn to thrive in the Present?" "The right half of your being would constantly steer you in the right direction!" Stay on your feet even if a camp of lollipops is sure to trample you or lay you down

He suspects he had long since killed, greedily stopped himself in silence and knew he could no longer remain among men; It is destined to be a Hermit that preserves its solitude and there could be no other way but loss! In the palm of his hand, the parted handshake froze between his Marshian furs and he could not fall on the neck of the Beloved of the Universe!
 
He felt the life of pity driven into exile tremble because he was buzzing with a swaying, stigma-wounded, fierce fever! He didn't even know how long he was waiting, useless, stumbling on another sounding Promises and clinging to honest words - he did for a long time: He waited for Nothing while he could turn his back or mosquito for the sake of the world!
 
He woke up cursed, comatose; many times he said a hopeless Judgment over himself: No more! Like an old pain glowing scar panting in his body - Even among humans, like leprosy, he rarely dared! Konok and the apostate Age would have kept the renewed hope, he often pondered himself and preached out loud: I had had enough of everything and I would resign!
 
Being burdened His shoulders with sisyphus-rock loads on a daily basis, and thus He became more and more crusted, shrunken, and unyielding! He has been a scapegoat since he was born and yet an eternal Adolescent Rebel; his enemies who interrogated him knew this too — and when the End came he thought he thought his life was complete and still realized in childish wonder: How much could he not do!
 
The fireflies of lights hid in his sparkling eyes - He would have been a Man because he had sinned vulnerable!

Long-lasting questions are still straining and pushing My Soul - my nightmarish evenings are being ruined! I must see the steps of my struggling days to come in vicious series; to my watchful eyes appear in immortal times, in times of a millennium, the immortal memories of strange people whom I already judge forever!
 
Although they have often joked and chased me away - my willful plans have driven me into thoughtful thoughts and wherever I am my selfish creativity will not let me down! Indeed! It is evolving and multiplying! "I would be anxiously waiting for secret telepathic signs with which my beating-beating heart could loyally address Someone as long as there was growing anxiety about others in my heart attack!"
 
My day is already hiding things: Behind the horror of the Question, the suicidal discipline of the Deed still vibrates so that I can finally squeeze out the redeeming spirit that has always connected me with my restrained weak Cowardice! It would be good to break the blind, confused furniture forever and forget that you can tolerate the insidious roar of Hyena's grins as satisfaction!
 
And I don’t have to pathetically pull in my ears and *****! I keep a lost Age in my heart, and in uninterrupted tolerance-torment a World has collapsed — built up in me stone by stone: and it would be such a relief to see where the solid continuation of paved life paths was! I lived in agony, and the alarming, self-help glow was seldom burned: I was already disgusted that those who fell behind the offered path would not be able to see a safer Future!

I don’t even know an impenetrable Silence will break my spiritual peace, or will it just equalize it like the language of a moving balance? Words from deep are knocking off the reefs of landlessness and they are still struggling for new goals! My closed eyes are asleep: plenty of stone blocks, even the lunar night of huge dreams falls on me! I may soon be lifeless, even on the cliffs of my mortality, the restless Nothing!
 
In the great current of Being, I cannot want to drift any further! As a well, I will immerse myself in selfish-stubborn growls! I really want to trust in the devotion of Redeeming Loves so that I will forget forever fear and fear; the crested waves of heart-sounds under silence stir and destroy at the same time! Through the alley of shady crypt-faces, I stumble as a shadow that is already shattering myself and I can't even find the sure way out!
 
Greedy and Fragile The puffing of people immediately subsides and strikes back into Nihiles Nothing! How can I stand up to the challenges of Being when Survival also comes into paid laws ?! - The star fire of bombing eyes holds me many times, it also killed my eccentric will and I died on the ladder of opportunities: into ancient mists!
 
In the gaping traps of annihilation, I had time to delve even further into myself! In my self-pity, in order not to lose myself once and for all, I always needed someone who was an understanding, protective Angel, who bowed his angel wings over my head. I don't know yet that I was constantly let go, but the feeling became, "I may not be absolutely alone!"