Walking breathlessly from my wants. Vain sacrifice. Mirthless life in an unknown time.
Walking breathlessly from my wants. Vain sacrifice. Mirthless life in an unknown time.
Prayer. Your wishes. Your eyes filled with images. Monotonous repetition. Your respectful steps. You are careful. To exist. Magnets. To pull you. So you don’t get lost.
You become a shelter. You keep treasure. Preciously. They shine in your eyes. You enjoy carrying life’s possessions.
Gathered warnings. The eyes do not get enough of writing. Pictures. Given away in daylight. They add their grace. Lucky unlucky. Wandering around them. You know how to accompany the silence. Dressed by respect for the gift. Recipient of a special privilege.
You’ve met her.


We’ll dip in to the moments with the appetite of wolves. We’ll lacerate the herds of time, smeared of blood.

Onslaught of fear. Brings the winter. You’re fooling around carelessly. Solitude refuge. No cold rests on the sunshine of your mind.
You expect. To to hear the sounds. You learn those that you can. You think that the day will come. The balance of a breath. The source of life.
One moment. It shines. Infrared radiation raises the temperature. You feel. She. Lighthouse magnet. It guides you.
Loitering avidly. You choose the subject. Little details are gained. Time gets longer.
There are. Empty hours. Unaccompanied. They drag out time. Waste of life. Lost sacrifice to the enemy within.