There are. Days without light. They punish the hours. They are condemned. They fade into the shadows.
Dream mocks. Faithful. You baptize it target. Without fear. Unrepentant. You chase it.
Wishes firework. Light up. Brighten the moment. In the dawn of the new year. Doomed to shut. Drowned to the inertia of indifferent people. Willing audience. Surrendered to the fatalism.
Feast. You wear your best. Minutes are being worn as ornaments. Time embraces you. It erases memories of the past, ignoring the past. Star. It sparkles now.
Thoughts. They create a word parade. The words are pairing images. Anniversary repetition. It gives every week. A motivation that never fades.
Waiting. Once more. It tests endurance. It offers long-lasting pleasure. Sweet compensation. Of your patience.
Σκέψεις. Δημιουργούν παρέλαση λέξεων. Ζευγαρώνουν εικόνα αυτές.
Επετειακή επανάληψη. Χαρίζει κάθε εβδομάδα. Κίνητρο που δεν ξεθωριάζει.