
Made of glass. A frozen reflection. A servant of image. A foreign. Uninvolved. Alive to the alives. Reflecting your soul. Colourless. Odourless. Amorphous. An Illusion of participation. A radiant shade. Conquer it now. Haunt it afterwards. You're here to meet her. To live in this in a straight line before her. Find yourself in the universe. In her eyes. Live in a time lag. You're lucky to taste the curse. To know your soul. Yourself.

Blind in color. Spellbound. Motionless through time. Human stubbornness. Doomed. Sweated Soils. Laughed for a moment. They grow old afterwards.

No time. You let victories and defeats change the days. Roosting at nights balm. Flinching to the first light. The continue is inhospitable. A race to know home. You don't make it yours. You are faithful. Without religion.
Each and every day foes forward driven by black and white obligations. One face. Depressed. Gives a little smile around. A hug. For the hours you night watch as a soldier for the others.

The tongue does not get enough. It greedily asks for more. To penetrate into the depths. To taste joy. In front of the altar. To take a breath. To keep life. Mother pleasure.

Words. Silent drops. Making the desert wet. This orphan's, from light, day. The times filled with pain spread screams to the living. The night follows the day mathematically. The river will keep the trace. As a buoy of life. It will hover the stores of Earth. Testimonies of eternal love.

To the the living. The highest test. To find a purpose. Life goes on. You do not know. You are confusing the steps.You are looking for. Companionship. o hide the abandonment. To make it shiny. Like a fairytale.