A strange thought in a night which breaks with the loneliness come forth from togetherness, one ness. A cosmos of a
fragmentary manifestation, split into countless mirror shards, of which one shoots through my heart. In nocturnal days and illuminating darknesses
finally a depth was found again which seemed so unacquired; that love could not be far away, but here, waiting to dawn.
Hearts that steal and souls who rob, people of their glee. In between that all sat still, an island, by choice untouched with eager hands. For he
had not sought them out himself. But one day, with a silence which could be so roaring and deceiving, a frail soul, that made overtures to a burning devil was set
aflame herself. Yet, she is afraid now to be extinguished before she could have raged. When her eyes tell what her mouth cannot; his and that
dreadful gentle look, not knowing, and lips seeking out a heart that bleeds. But a small tear, but one which will pull open and gush, tears of both sadness and
joy, that a not discussed secret could stir her, and at the same time surely could affirm, that her heart hadn’t died down, but felt just as much as a