Exhaustion brings forth emotional happiness, Ephemeral drug-induced exhaustion gives time enough to recall what is lost during the noisy turmoil of cobwebby mind. Silent is the room, a round robust room, safely peregrinated around by Ferdinand Magellan. I imagine how impaccably resilient is the barrier – a bony barrier of body contains an intermittent ruction, the turbulence of nothingness. Then comes a thin cutaneous membrane all over the body, potent to conceal an absolute abyss. Envy does not provide with comfort. A spiffing news spreads faster than rumour. Here I sit, sleepy and carefree, to imbue my vein with your pleasure. The pleasure of the universe attacks and multiplies like a contagious disease; An opaque streak of burnt hope appears, disappears, disappears and appears in the guise of pleasure, whom we craved. It's nothing more than a deceptive premonition of healing. Let him convalesce who is meek and naive. These be my final words before another fit of unknown trepidation begins.
The petal of your earlobe undisturbed by the locks , As of Eve, whose nightly charm was Increased by stately Eden; Soft air and the fortunate surface Beneath you, are happy. There your neck, half invisible, awaits a silent speaker on the skin. No sound is heard, save a melody emerging from your mouth, unconscious, sweet as a summer bird's song. God is pleased to see us, His children, exultant, without transgressing His laws.