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

How many friendships
I would end-
if was honest,
about the wounds
they caused me.

Subtle taunts,
and soft jabs,
created deep holes
of insecurities.

But instead,
I hold my tongue,
and bite my cheek-
because I want them to like me.