You ask. To see. Hidden behind the words. The colors. Are hugging. Whoever they can. With his heart reading.

To leave oblivion. Flooding. Cleans the memory. It empties. Prayer. Relief. Hope is born. Human machines. Abandoned. Restart. Unknown command.
You overpower impregnable forts. You roughen false peace. When you look at your fear in its eyes.

Abandoned sentry boxes. Lost borders. Battles. Without a winner. Memory as a friend. Stands. In the cold night. As long as it lasts. You breathe. The kiss of life. One. Yours.

Living legends. Being fallen in blue. They earn the sunrises flying near them. They plunge into mortal time. They play with the limits of it. Which are borders for those who walk on earth. A challenge for them, on the other hand. They wear their wings. They embrace. They are doomed angels. To an end that seeks to steal their glory.

You unfold life. You win. You lose. Fresh smell. Loaded. Laughs. Tears. Desires. Lonely figures. They don't match. Unexplored. Unknown places. They keep secrets. They wait.For her to guide you.