The circle is closing soon

I can never say goodbye to here easily: I am surrounded by my shipwrecked fate, visions, idyllic dreams, while I am already trying to get rid of it all. At the tried-and-tested border of my life, I look around meditatively, and rather stop halfway. I have a sea of ​​insults, just like so many smaller and bigger stigma wounds. Even now, I exist completely alone with my desires, which I believed to be buried.

Among millions, I am like a single, small-minded, unfortunate speck of dust - I rarely move. Only frozen infinity can be a sustaining, deep force. Fewer and fewer people could know my grown-up, childish-selfish naivety, even I cannot know my deceptive future. Millions of joys mixed with sorrows shudder in me, just like busy cells. He thought many of my petty secrets were dusted - it may be - but only One-Someone can guess.

Anger and disfavored resentment have already become closer and closer friends within the ancient walls of my soul. And until now, no one has been worthy enough or noble enough to show a humane intention and serve as a compass on the bumpy roads of Existence. Not only the ring of memories expands and loosens, but also the web of spiral circles, which is stretched several times a day by the tormenting presence. It is possible that embodied words may have meaning once. It is not possible to clearly see what is important to say, as all essentials are clearly and simply petrified. "Although it is still invisible, it is rock-solid, like a stone at the bottom of a lake." Unbroken trudges silently, like moon-age aggatia, disappear into the changing Times. I shouldn't let goodness and love grow slowly in me!