You nourish breaths. Life images. Your own flag. Untouched dreams. Everyday life is getting rusty.
Progress. Steps against. Lack. Erases the dreams. The goals were hanged on yesterdays.
You can be happy. Without having. You Are. Part of the image. It does not belong to anyone. The image.
Silence as an answer. Chasing free shoutings It is not your game. Without sound. You are glad with yours.
The parade opened. Lines are filled by words. They build bridges. They stand over evil. Discovery. It fires up life.
You're on your own. They are looking for lines around you. You are indifferent to yours. You do not care about it to stand out. You want it to get away.
Σκέψεις. Δημιουργούν παρέλαση λέξεων. Ζευγαρώνουν εικόνα αυτές.
Επετειακή επανάληψη. Χαρίζει κάθε εβδομάδα. Κίνητρο που δεν ξεθωριάζει.