You lose – you win. Present. You can ask for the next day. Again and again.
You lose – you win. Present. You can ask for the next day. Again and again.

The walk in the world is lonely. Adventure. Without the charm of discovery. A survival raises. You don’t have its taste. Indifferent. In life. Breath without love. Crowd that fill its hours with its days. Colorful cans. In the garbage dump.

Live trail. It carves a path. It illuminates. In victories. In defeats. It nurtures faith. Miracle. It transforms dreams. Let them happen. Become life. Your own story.
Î¥ou unwrap the hours. An invisible thread passes through your hands. You caress it expecting the next day.
Small. Without a mirror. Accusers. First. Hard. Judge. Serve the shadow. It. Hides in the truth.

The image. Live fate. It dominates. You are lost. Finding the courage. Outsmart life. Temporarily. Apologies every dusk. Why wasted another day.

You can’t wait. You learn. you kiss You pass. Joy. Regret. The soul is a painter. Can’t get enough of colors. Thirst for life.
Monotonous copies. Lost in countless repetitions. Kingdom of one. They offer a lesson of avoidance. Without companionship. Princess loneliness.
You try out to measure the resignation. You spread apart warm flesh on the ice. To feel the abandonment of coolness. The void to wrap you. Without a light shining every day. In fake backdrops. That resemble life.
You are bathed. By a smile of interest. You keep your eyes wide open. Filled by light. She speaks. About books. Joy overloads you.