From the very beginning, the Silence: Adherent Loyalty to My Selfishness builds the eternal adolescent secrets that have been gripped in me as a boy! Below me heights yawn snarling, above me the fate of Damocles sends its day-learning signs! Safe cover these days, hardly anyone can survive in the shadow of poems! This self-incense sneezing world forces me into something I can't be myself! "I curse with hermitage and I can hardly try to break out of this cage because I couldn't discover someone special!"
 
My bad things have happened that are over and yet they threaten stubborn repetitions - they treat me just like haunting dreams! I wish they would disappear into the darkness of eternal Times, and I would flee to them one by one at night! One by one, capture an unknown atomic bomb — temper and explode ready. A sieve-like, irreplaceable One-Life moves its threads on the verge of eternal questions that can be answered; the petals of our flower existence would still be gently pounded if blown away
 
our flower-body is the ordas-strong wind? Because it is possible that only those who can already see in me the suicidal Calvaries of the Calvary districts, whose fateful eyes are closed, can feel my wounded pain with a Golden Heart! Nirvana sand is thus suffocated daily by a talkative silence who would like to testify if they could still leave! Ingó's demand for existence is already modest, with pearls on his back with the testimony of True Beads

Then it was running harder and harder every day: My heart-stabbing **** knife was already every moment of mortal Immortality even bleeding in me! While the Great Time steered him here and there like the never-to-be Negotiator! Tiny, glued-handed gigolos, trendy jambs, trampled the chances of survival in others as well, until in the end they selfishly sinned! My soul, ready to soar, was forced to be shackled by bound shackles; the consolidation of imagined Friendships could have been mine alone, if I had already given up on the happiness I could find!
 
I would need something beyond an unspeakable need to be able to live with content again, and not just be ashamed of my own guilt! By deliberately contemplating the unexpected traps of Being, it is better to avoid and look back, so that even memories cannot haunt you! A call to morning awakening often lacks a sense of duty; In addition to the basic need for filling bites and the testimony of responsible toddler feet, the exploratory mind also selfishly desires more: It wants to reflect and testify and formulate!
 
My fears, which are so wide, squeeze my throbbing heart in the basket of my chest, and if my dear one could know that even the most mundane tasks often rise to the line of trying trials, he would understand

Because it is involuntary to stop before everything is left unfinished! We can know: It is not the facts that have started that are what usually continue, we can stop if we know we can turn to unknown intersections, we can run into uncertainty! So where can the imagined Future, which we have tried together to build a ****** hand here or there, stay? And we ourselves could barely notice the serious intentions that have been proven behind the volunteer's hidden emotions…
 
Thus it may have begun that we have slowly been pushed out of the patronage of Samaritan favors, and now we are accustomed to the futile bitterness of the paths of the unknown Ends, rather trampling ourselves aside voluntarily! - Are the consciously determined Beginnings also recurring halves? Isn't the spark of Being discovered just wormwood? The interrupted Silence is silent again; restless visions run through my soul that may be lingering after the Happiness to be found!
 
Can the human ear still listen to the music of banging petals? Invisible hands are kept in Closed-Loneliness, and I still trust in the Word of Promise of My Friends: Protect and Guard! “On my face, like on the trunks of annual tree trees, I count my wrinkles thoughtfully, intentionally, slowly: Who can see more if you flirt with me wolf-eyed? There was a time when we dared to marvel at this sanda world with everlasting child spirits!
 
I don't ask for a part of self-world fools that I can buy for myself! Is the selfish mode just deceived enough to just make a living for yourself? While this Age of Age looks back at us with a mocking smile ?!

When the Hangman Time opens over our lives; we raise our inverted palms to the sky! Wounded sunset flies in our eyes alive! For the Great Crossing - perhaps - everything is given, only we are more hesitantly half-nailed, unprepared! We can only rush towards the liberated Nothing with reservations! "The congested waves of this Being are ready to clash over our heads again - we can hardly cling to the created soul around us!"
 
There are still days of crypt when the gaping gaps beneath our feet rise with open mouths with their half-nasty-pathetic Will: "Jump down!" "And we're just wasting Death-frozen in one place, because the excited adrenaline isn't enough for us to accomplish the Deed!" The silent Infinite can only be felt by one who stops in Time himself and wakes him up with a wolf's eye and a karakan!
 
Their intent is consciously hidden by these faces today: A possible antidote to their vulnerability is conscious concealment! What can we expect from the Orv-World, which breeds these hyenas and also repels free-thinkers ?! Taigetos' careers and insidious teamwork await his unsuspecting victim like this!
 
Because there will always be craftsmen who are one way or another - but they try to cheat in disguise and enjoy their universal greatness and succeed! “Words are spelled from afflicted lips while they don’t even know the best antidote to aggravated sadness: Sincere Friendship

Among the fragility ruins of my soul, I still keep curious melodies, to see if there will be anyone else who will listen and think: if you have hurt Someone in the self of falling mirror tiles, how will you comfort the fall ?! In the promises of nowhere opportunities, I am disappointed daily: Were there any at all who considered the keeping of the Promise at all?!
 
Story has broken down into facts, yet it has finally been licked with ugly ends! In my final desperation, despair often sticks to the "how to proceed" - executioner's rope! If the extended Silence explodes in me: I will divide myself between the gaps of fear and reason! Who else, with their eyes closed, can discover the true Truths of petal falls that experience Truth?
 
Is the Continuous Rich Word Falling into a Memory Appearance? I will also turn the other half of my smiling face over if Someone else wants to know me! So be vigilant “they” out there so that they don’t exclude the witness from their souls! I still confess to myself the familiar Deficiency: Well, let's see! What would you do differently? Self-inflicted curiosity, however, is still pursuing; my exploratory consciousness is paving the way for itself, trying to be independent of self-defeating remarks,
 
blade-sharp, crumbling criticism! My awake researching attention captures the fulcrum built around me! Failed failures could continue to be a pity! - The blocked waves of this present existence are ready to clash over my head again; everything will leave me all around if I have to fight and fight with myself!

At the top of shard puddles, a tiny tear-bubble pops dancing: it mourns itself in a spherical shape! In my wounded past, the soul-stimulating shower has punished me as well! I can only be a melancholy flame swaying in struggling winds; resistant to wolf laws even with konok faith! An ominous conjecture warns me of the signs of danger around me - while an unstoppable, barking stream in my soul carves out its still deepening pit beds from wounds!
 
Rock the Known Being Swing! He reveals his lattice chains before me; attracts a taming that can be tamed as a magnet! I can confidently cling to pearl twigs if I can listen to their knocking glass sound game! In me, even inciting-rebellious voices burst to the surface and guard their Fears of Hassias! "My inner infinity may still help me rebuild the diverse Jelen pieces!" We should revisit the speech of Eyes in soul movies so that we can understand each other's One-wavelength thoughts with a mere presence, even without sounds!
 
I wander in disembodied Silence and wait! "As the dance of clouds of tears falls from the sincere eyes of my shower, the soundless gems of the pursued Soul look like fat diamonds, what am I also wasting for other People in turning moments!" With his inner vibrations, the former eternal Child who I am today is back and forth: the secrets of the ages are etched in the stumbling trenches of my face

Heart-pounding depth clusters in me! I became an oldster child among you as a young man! I received the Universe as a gift sometime in my soul, the guilty fears of boundless torment-caught wounds are still racing! The throbbing chalices of my heart conceived in purple are often cut by invisible knives; there is still a jealous sadness in the trenches of my fallen chubby face - which is why I may and may deliberately stop in front of the walls of prejudice!
 
If there are even my Fellow Fellows they will fight for me! Curious eyes with open, eloquent attention search and follow my peculiarities like a hesitant walnut gut: it embraces My Seed-Loneliness! As spokes, they will be honest, True-words: questions fog over my head circling uncertain! In uncertainty stretched in still space, I often just float weightlessly…
 
 
Wind-restless self-digesting defective Figure in his smile prepared for comedy and experienced soul-forming dramas! I thought many times my heart could see the guesswork! It happened because it happened to a point I could rarely get back to! I had to keep my words worthy of my faith! It could only be a complete, acceptable Promise if others stood by me completely indeed!
 
I was a digesting fire from the inside with a flaming consciousness waiting just for another spark to breathe further! - It would have been good to cling to glass-bridged, quietly holding, clinging bridges