Whispering a dagger of danger in a hundred figures a day is raised to me by my snarling Present! I run out of rails for suicides under my feet; clicking heartbeats scratched my face ditches! The station of retired inheritance cannot wait for me! It would be good to engrave the conscious, submissive formulas of my fears in the exile walls of minutes, and with the jumping Time, it is as if the Hope is stumbling into a vacuum and sooner or later Hope will escape! A tiny network of cells strikes each other every second; locked in a stubborn prison of my fateful state, my chances of stopping are dwindling!
 
I consciously measure my significant statistical life! I’m going to be in self-danger escapes instead of the Beloved one I have to cling to! A clicking, wild rumble rips through the cell wall of my eardrum, echoing the judgmental word of my pounding heart! - In crazy, imagined reality-show worlds, consciously thinking intellect is thrown out useless! My discouragement can only be overwritten by a pair of walnut-brown Gioconda eyes; if the enduring, angelic miracle could still be rocked around balmy moonlight romances! I have an apocalyptic rejection of the trembling of my little boy, my limb; the shackled agony is numb!
 
Today, humanity pays attention to appearances and sensations! Uncut diamonds are rarely discovered from the ancient roar of shining, reflector-buzzing: misconceptions, glittering pleasures of tinsel reign over easy-to-buy, cheap souls that vulnerable people have nothing to do with.