WOULD HAVE MORE DOORSTEP

I still look at this world of indomitable, vindictive change; my desperate fear drags me into immeasurable ravines. An unknown force forces me to do the inevitable many times. Like everywhere else.

Destiny, as an unknown alien, begins to work here as well. Flaming pieces of rock, fallen Janus heads. He crawls crushed, still dragged by the freethinking spirit. There can be no more backlash! No lay low. Is doing something a protest?!

It became a shame out of will. Total exhaustion from cowardice-the soul shrinks its pathetic self Permanently in itself; it watches itself from within. He realized that he was hiding in the indifferent idleness, instead running away.

My heart beats arrhythmically, knocking, like a restless volcano fluttering under the oceans. The infinite Equinox of happiness that can be found has now even been deliberately bypassed. Blood clots are trolling one after another in the tunnels of blood vessels of the cells hardworking, millions of ants and I leave. I may well be spared the heart attack, even though my blood pressure is still high.

From the spotty time, the mass scene of silent wound boils is increasingly visible. The thin, tearful eye-hole greedily gazes with vengeance and satisfaction, while the man is really thrown into the prelude to death, which he believed to be redeemed.

How finite and vulnerable are the minute scales of the past and of so many memories in it. Between the spiny vertebrae, in the basket of hidden rib cages, the sensitive, no-frills romance is hidden. In the midst of the mood-breaking hells of explosive delirium, it is becoming less and less known: who is a friend and who is an enemy?!