Lurking. Every sunset. Hunting. The seasons. Mixed up in the blue. Democracy of the nature. Insane colors demand their laws. Reclined darkness. You ask for truce. She ignores the ones that are alive. Mercilessly circle the time. Grinds lives. Remorseless. We sink. We lose the happiness. Willing believers. In the lie. Trimming in the futile.
Steps back. Dressed. Buried dictate. Words insignificant. Thrown left-right. Together with the shouting of the moment. Plowed fields. From professional observers. They sell the applause. Wretched. The under and the over.

There are silences. Among us. Tyrannical. Hegemonic unreachable. Stripes. Bathed in the light. When beaming over her face. You get lost in the darkness away from her. Blessed on deck of love. Happiness and sadness play hide and seek in your world. Without any of them winning.
Everything can fade one moment after. Aligned in the reversed countdown. Doubtless human. Indifferent for the end. Inlove
Lacking words. Hushed distance. The eyes shine antithetically. Bodies compressed. Behaviors. Parallel lines. Ravenous breathes. Searching. Next to others. Grasping as much air as they can. To unify the mouths. Midway. In one sometime and one tomorrow.
Crumbs. Small fallen joys. Here and there in life. They bring chaos/disorder. Sweet numbing. Opposed rules. Adrift. They lose their lines. A lauph fades them. Easy