Sunny days. You enjoy. Random communication bathes you in the light.
Sunny days. You enjoy. Random communication bathes you in the light.
They compose words. Sentence desire. You reverently repeat. A pray. It decorates your hours.
Freckles adorning her face. Sweet colour in the summer sun. It lightens her eyes. Holding captives.
Sometime. The light diminishes. You are lost again. A shithole. Become your house. It offers you punishment. It releases. Duties. Goals. Fade. Hope annihilates. Until two hands bring you on the surface. Free to count again. Happiness. Sadness. To overcome your loss. To continue asking. Like it’s the first time.
Without choosing. You walk. Indifferent to colorless numbers, you leave free space. To be filled with life.

Music. Melodies of your own composer. An exclusive privilege. You yearn. Time to spend. The endless silence to erase.
Take me. Together. A smile like a hug. Journey and destination.
The ones missing create. Dreams, desires, love. Your eyes nailed at the barricades. They count the borders from them.
The never is lost. Every time now exists. After it’s filled with her images. Repetition initiation. Your fate grows. One happiness and one sadness choose the colors on you.
Numbers never acquire the value of a moment, of the word you heard or of an image that was etched in your memory. They are all around us ready to show us the way out, an end. Doomed to go out in the next act.