Weeks of traumas. Randomly dropped. On you. They exhaust you. You find patience. It looks like resurrection.
Barbaric rules. They are terrifying. The Eternal Battle. Two armies. Good and bad. Reflection of life.
Courage. You caress future. Close to her. You are lost in her world. Without mathematics. Without words.
Special. The days that exist. The sweet routine embraces expectation. Beautifully smells the life..
It does not look like anything. Flags waving her grace. A silent conqueror. Baptizes the faithful.
You are careful. You do not dare. Small protections guard the craving. Visible. Colours black and white moments.
Σκέψεις. Δημιουργούν παρέλαση λέξεων. Ζευγαρώνουν εικόνα αυτές.
Επετειακή επανάληψη. Χαρίζει κάθε εβδομάδα. Κίνητρο που δεν ξεθωριάζει.