Not fill the air, because you define your own life without you stay stuck in past. That’s why you discover loaded words of life and colors -which wars against shadows that you ‘re not afraid of to scribble-leading to paint your own table, a world that is yours.
Matthew Ryan – All of That Means Nothing Now
To leave oblivion. Flooding. Cleans the memory. It empties. Prayer. Relief. Hope is born. Human machines. Abandoned. Restart. Unknown command.
Immersed in the new everyday life. I can live timeless. No unit of measurement plots my bliss. Music waves my dreams. Life marks every dawn by sharing expectation.
Exercise tests endurance. Shadow of death hides hope. Unarmed he who has no friendship with loneliness.
Sky. Unknown friend. Always your company. You count the stars. Numerical beauty. Shinning wills. They illuminate your darkness.
The festival of the brainless. Lobotomized people. A Repeated comedy. A lesson difficult to remember. The last lie.
There are. Days without light. They punish the hours. They are condemned. They fade into the shadows.
Negative balance. Loss of committed hours.Those.That they did not join with.
Thunderbolt. Flashing a word. Your roof. Covers. Hours. Drawings.
Weighs will. Uproots strengths.
Dip. In your last breath.
Judge this. In wait.
Reviewer. Searches the participation.
Patience.
The heavier word on Earth.
An endless campaign of fear circulates. Runaway is the pure mind. It passes you across. In a new rise.
