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!