Because

There are moments..
Moments that used to be..
Moments that mattered then..
Now ...things are different..
As if there is another person writing these words..
As if the other person never existed..
Because there are moments when you feel only loneliness..
You keep the wrong people there because you can't find better versions..
Because honestly no one cares enough..
Because friendships..stories..late nights..don't last forever..
Because you are afraid to fail in a moment when everyone is waiting in aplausse your fall..
Because there is no more honesty..
Because there are no more tears to cry..
Because you feel tired of being weak..
Because there are moments..
Tempered by guilt
Confusion..
Because you feel like going back to the moments when you had everything...Because now ..you have nothing
There are just moments
When nothing is good enough...

Sacrifice

Her lips froze because of the dark images that kept appearing in her mind..But her  eyes couldn't handle the pain ..the burst out crying as they never did before..bloody tears kept on crawling as if they were competing  in a race ..A race of life and death...Three words came from nowhere "How could you"?
Silence was like an old  love song that made her  cry her heart  out..He was just standing there without any intention of denying or having any remorse...She tried to understand him..To measure his actions to find an answer ..But there was none..
Nothing could absolve him from this crime..He could only pled guilty in her eyes..there were no other options...
He could only find fault in every part of her...every action ..every word..every whisper..nothing appeared fine any more...But how can you go back ?
How can you continue to mock everyone ?How can you solve a problem by creating another one?
But she knew that even though she was in pain she couldn't admit it ...She couldn't  say  that she knew the truh..The cost was too high for the others to pay and yet it was pointless...
It is common truth that secrets keep us together but no one predicted for how long...no one could keep the trace of time...

When..

Ever felt overwhelmed by  everything?
Too many things that even though they go in a straight line without changing directions...appear to go the wrong way..
You're just driving to a place that you don't even know it exists..
Things will never get easy.At no moment...
Frustrations are still there even if you  glow every day..
Being fed up with everything won't make you weak maybe just a human..
When you don't know what to do with your life ..what decisions to make?what can you do?
When nobody knows the answer to your answers..who can you ask?
When the only witness to your sufference is the empty moon?

Wish you were the one.

What if..
What if we could really predict our future..Have a vague idea of what is bound to happen..a deja
-vu that we fail to  understand  because we don't concentrate on the fact that occures but on a sad ending that skips the best part of the story.
We get caught by a fantasy of an utopic world..step by step..A deep meaning that can't embrace the plot..Would you make the same mistakes?

Abnormal senses...misguided dreams...without a trace..would you still wish to cast your own soup-opera?The main characters are not defined..they change frequently as the season drives by the heaven's  doors ...No one knocks on the oldest doors.Their colours may be out of fashion!!

Mixture

“ I thought I knew you. But I guess it's easier to see what we want than to look for the truth. You think you know me but you don't. And that means you don't know what I can do. You see me as someone popular and has all the answers but that's not true. I may not always know what I'm doing but I'll try to make things better. And when I make a mistake, because face it, we all do, I promise I'll ask for your help. I can't do this alone, but if you'll take a chance on me, we can do great things together. I promise if you believe in me, I'll find the courage to reach for your every dream. John F. Kennedy said, "the courage of life is a magnificent mixture of triumph and tragedy. A man does what he must, in spite of personal consequences, in spite of obstacles and dangers and pressures. And that is the basis of all morality". ” B.D.

Sugar and spice

Searching for a place to deep 

Asking for a love to keep..

Dreaming at a dark desire

Making us wish higher.

.Hunting ghosts forever more

Always searching for a new war...

Complications have always been my strong point of messing things up...Simple things don't attract they just seem to embrace boredom and nothinng more.We can't accept the fact that good things can happen..we don't fall in love with  someone who will always be there for us because it's too easy.Because the adrenaline is missing..We want to feel satisfied for winning a prize..with every cost.Every obstacle  makes you  want more even though without realizing you lose your humanity ..It's a pity that we forget  to live a moment in the search  for something better just because we are afraid to lose a battle that does not make us warriors

Present

It feels so real,so present ..
but it's not here..it feels so close to your heart.yet,  you can't touch it..it lies there ..as a vivid memory that keeps appearing in the most inappropriate moments.It's not real or close at all..it's just a dream..something that vanished too fast..weeks..months..you can't feel them because you are still there..trapped in a neverending dream of hopes that shine a rainbow of mistakes  and flaws..when you feel down in the dumps you wish you were there..There..where everything felt right..where everything tasted as a perfect cocktail of happiness and freedom.yet you feel.Bareness and misery..and nothing more..
How can we go back without turning back the clock?

How can we be  brought back to life , when we can just  survive?

Taste of regret

We become fragile in the face of the tragedy of life...we are too preoccupied to appreciate the things that don't matter and we become blinded  to the needs of our loved ones.We bring to life pointless thoughts that don't even survive in the smallest hurricane..they just break piece..by piece.
Life is like a game of chess ..you need to make your move before it's  too late.before the game is over.
Your tears are  pointless when you didn't bother to make it count then..Feeling sorry won't make the time repeat itself again..never.

And yet, we are humans .we say things that we regret  but mostly we don't say the truth.we just postpone our feelings  because we fail to measure our words.

Wind

Always standing tall in the furious wind
Always giving a dream because you have sinned
Making a change for the rest of your  days
Trying to fulfill whatever it pays...
Believing in mistakes
Whatever it takes.
Looking at the sky
Making a wish so high
Standing lonely in the dark
Hoping for a star to spark
Gasping for a day
That takes your heart away
But How can you adjust?
When you have lost your trust
How can you forgive?
When you have nothing else to give..

Lyrics of the heart

The smooth touch of rain covering the place with a thick smell of crystal flavour.A touch that keeps me awake in the furicane that is about to occure.It's not the wind that drives the madness to its limits but the deep thought of an unspoken memory that keeps hunting in the middle of night,maybe searching for a moment of peace ..an epiphany !
How can you gain that?When it's clearly that you don't deserve it..You left your soul  unmasked again -and so you did it again..The punishment is direct proportional to your actions.They say people never change ..they only adjust better to their problems..Maybe ,this is what we are..we just need  some feedback to reveal our true selves..Maybe..you are still the same and only a mask is covering your scars..
Maybe your sin is too hard to carry...or you're too selfish to admit that you miss someone because maybe...maybe they changed  your life.they made it clear for you to see your true self...a different version.. that has always  been there..dusty..but there..
.

Past

Let it dry..

Let it fade away..As if it didn't matter..As if the wonders are gone..gone for eternity..Distracted by a light that becomes smaller and smaller as soon as you try to reach it..Once .so long ago ..when everything you needed was there.Traveling to different dimensions trying to seek a feeling that has never been  there..Still searching for a memory to keep it alive,but you can't escape the darkness ..

Cast

Robot figures..

Confindent features of adrenaline waiting to uphold the grace of a fake row of applause that are simply waiting peacefully for a moment of weakness to stab you directly in your heart because for them is just a game played by demonic rules .A permanent hatred hidden waiting for a signal to trigger ..the pain is fast and slow because of the unexpected .Intoxicated with  a cloud of wishful regrets...

“Sticks and stones may break bones, but a poison pen is the best revenge.”

Remember

Everything goes far too fast ..as if we are running out of time to care..to feel..or to have our heart broken..we keep moving as if nothing happened..running out of tears..running out of joy  because we forget to take a look of the view.stonned for too long..eternity doesn't mean forever ..we just fool ourselves to keep moving in world that is negleted by shadows and ghosts; animated  by unspoken silence ...A slice of the past keeps gringing a moment of despair ..how can we go back?-nonsense!the vintage memories fade away .the impact is too harsh.You can't keep up with the trends because the old dusty box is  half-empty...we still remember moments but the material things vanished..
Simply admiring the view she exhaled the smoke that was disappearing in the frosty air..murmuring slowly

"I can't wait for you... because waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought. Useless and disappointing."-ACS

Closure

I have never been good with words.They  have always sound better in my mind than exhaled in the purely moistured air...I become stonned when it comes to advice.I swallow their sweetness deliberately and they simply go out perfumed with pity and remorse.Against my will I can't speak them fluently as I intend..to praise  a misunderstandable journey.To make it less painfull.a bargain.a masked player with hearts and minds maybe anticipating their next step and move.
A fortune teller or a slave of the unknown?A blessing or a curse?

All about it

Sake

"Forgive and forget" has always been a though metaphor that was a complete defeat for me.That I couldn't minimalize because of the tedious thought that was constant on my mind.I never wanted to appear weak in the eyes of others.I never wanted to victimize myself or give signs of remorse.I kept my head above water ,pretending a soft smile with a decent ,pure image of a sain ,exquisite personality and kindness.Secretly planning my vengance so as to taste the sweet revenge that was about to occure.Soft and still.Without realizing..that it wasn't about the other person..That I didn't blame the other but myself...Because I have everything sketched and perfectly planned in low details but unfortunately life doesn't follow instructions..

Away..

You can't always expect to be saved..to have someone that wraps his wings around you whenever you lose control of your life  because you'll end up naked in the cold winter ..and you'll freeze without notice at the  first blow ..There won't be a place in which you'll belong because there won't be enough power to reach the light..You can't pretend to skip the answers because your guardian angel is there..ready to anihilate the pain ..You can't confide your soul to someone because nobody cares not even for a second ..everybody leaves and they forget to come back...

Chorus.

There are secrets that shall remain untold..They will limit our perception and  will adjust our performance towards the life scene because we were not designed to think that way because in our sober moments we might not feel the same..because we confuse our thoughts so often that are pointless in the beeming night when the magic obscures our mind and we are driven by a wave of feelings that makes us desilusional..We are weak in those moments when nothing matters except from that night...that night that we will cherish til we encounter another sound of the drum that whisperes the secrets of the night..in a soft trembling voice.

Sometimes

We are running from something ending to nothing...running from pain,sufferance..especially from fear...a fear  that controls us ,keeping us stuck in the mud without being able to move,but how can we escape when everything around us means nothing and there is no way going back or forward?how can we feel something when we've been idling in fear for so long?It feels like emptiness...but without being able to fill it..What's the point?There's too much to lose ..there's nothing to win in this story.The ecstasy is gone .The past is gone.We are gone..

Though..I still wonder that  if  we run away from our nighmares,will we take them with us?Will they hunt us for eternity?gringging every part of our soul ..menacing our peace ...Will they get worse?impinged even more by memories, mistakes,grief?

The major lift..

There are moments that we fail to understand...that are misunderstood to a confused adoration of the moment itself..a loner that chased a moment of weakness,a halo that for the others didn't mean a thing ..just a strain of dust that was carried away in the distant horizon..a looming horizon that was the other way of our journey...We were a few moments behind..behind every scene that made our life sigficant .."a yestarday" that bordered our existance today...a consequence that spreads like a pile of wine over the entire surface...
A shower of recycled dreams and hopes ..in different shapes..in different ways of meaning ...a sonnet made to realize an echo that takes the other way.

Diamonds

 Time is not  on our  side...for the rest of eternity there will be no more tears to cry..two hearts can leap for a moment of weakness ..from every where, down the road our ways diverged..from the distant horizon two figures defined by a brilliant light..a telltale laughter that rose in the absent air ...The ecstasy that dragged a heaven on earth that went mad afters a few sparks of fireworks...almond-blossoms filled the rounds, finding fault in every aspect of the "romance"that once measured their happiness...The story seemed beautifully jewel-like ...but the diamonds were not real...they faked the blinding sparks.
There is one thing I can't deny.."It's not goodbye"..

Bitter

Last the year...

A thousand..and more

A thousand tears can flow from your sparkling eyes..
A thousand words can speak your frozen lips..without a single meaning
A thousand seconds can pass..and still not  cover the entire scene that is guided by the bloody bride..
A thousand years can go by...and still...not live enough...
A thousand memories, and all you can do is sing the song of the stars..
Devoted to a vow that remained unbroken for the long-lasting eternity.
Yet ,come back to what it was a thousand Times.

Whisper

The velvet sky appears to break down in the infinite cold..

                 furious,with pure anger and guilt...

       Enlightening the morale sense of our fear...

                 Gasping into a tender of humanity..

                          Ripping everything around..

                           With a merciless eviction..

                           Without any remorse or self pity...

I'm tired of wondering "when","where","why".I'm just gonna take the road ..like a stranger passenger and walk away.Glittering as the sky falls apart..

No matter when....no matter where..no matter why,..

"Enclose your soul ,there's nothing you can find there.You paid the price"-whispered the sad lullaby

Vanity.

"Blessed are the hearts that can bend, they shall never be broken…But I wonder...If there's no breaking, then there's no healing. And if there's no healing, then there's no learning. And if there's no learning...then there's no struggle. But the struggle is a part of
life, so must all hearts be broken? No."

"Imagine a future moment in your life where all your dreams come true. You know, it's the greatest moment in your life and you get to experience it with one person. Who's standing next to you?

 OTH.

Distance

As I look in the mirror ..I tend to distance myself from the real reflection and I try to look deeper...deeper to my dreams,to my wishes ,to my past, to my woonds ,regrets,tears ,prays, happiness,everything that made me who I am today..to the real self that i was convicted from the begining ..I want to be like water..to slip between the fingers but to be able to hold a ship...I want to make it count...I want it all to matter,just for once!
I am just  tired of all the pointless drama that keeps increasing everyday...It has lost its phantomatic analogy.. 

Back.

For all  the good reasons she tried to lift her head just to give him a glance but worthless..she lost track of the mathematical progression of time..Her memory was playing her tricks ..he seamed familiar but no..he couldn't be-could he?
Enough-her teenage years were coming to haunt her again..happy bitter-sweet memories .Ah-no,she was not crazy,she was just drunk but not from the heavenly white wine but with regrets..In soft voice she whispered "Go away!" but there was no response..He was just sittig there ..but his face became suffused with a glow that was happiness itself.-he missed her...but ..her dimples started to grow smaller and smaller and even her pulse started to beat softly...
They had led seperate lives pretty much and had no inkling of these allegations ..Regret washed over both of them and  the seedy truth behind their lives was that they were killed by a harsh ego ..It was like revisiting the past..To a midsummer Night's dream when love was upon their lips.
Illogical,irrational but true...

Steps.

Lying on the cold square  floor ,lost in thoughts ,simply admiring the ceilings for their  shadowy performance with her eyes fixed on a  dull spot  ,channelizing her aspirations and the unspeakeble atrocities..
Life was usually dull and predictable ..but not with her...In the blind silence she thought that she was pretty convinced that the air was musty just for being enclosed because she knew that her figure is defined by the light...
As the door was opening ,two points of light quivered in her cold eyes .He was tall ,stiff dignified ,with a trembling smile he glared at her ,speechless but in a moment of desparation his name sprang to her lips ...
Who was she fooling?"She knew nothing about passion"...

Words..

Sworn enemies that's what we truly are not because of the basic differences but for the multiple choices that take you to chaos...
You play the part when you are brave ,strong and  nothing can touch you...but in the dark..in the cold night you reveal your true face..the one that has been hurt..the one that is weak , the one that drives you closer to insanity..the one that you are afraid to wear in the light because it's too fragile ...What is the reason that I hold on?
Perhaps it's there..but I can't see it...The flame coming from the matches is not strong enough...in a few seconds it will be gone..and nothing..it is all for nothing...we go by..not being sure how to feel about it...time is slipping by and everything is the same...the same pathetic way..the emptiness is still there and it won't fade away...
As you try to disconnect the reality from your mind you will release the pain...but the wound is still there waiting for every occasion to bleed...
I  can't win this battle..not this time..not today

Nothing...

"Nothing"=just a word that appeals to me..just the word that we use more than often when we cannot border our feelings because they are too vague and .... we can't define them in one sentence..we can't underline their meaning .immensity can't be defined.the immensity of feelings can't be described.we  chose to close it.to shut the door.to lock it, to hide the key and move on.motionless ..without any hope just surrounded by an aura of insecurity ,that won't let go ...we are scared to pass over the things that had a big impact on us...We are afraid of repeting the same mistakes ...We are too afraid of "tomorrow" because we lost our faith yesterday...
One day I hope to find my lost key and reopen the humanity that for now is gone...

Shine

Like a wave it hits me...Reality has o way of catching you when you least expect it...Planning its perfect crime in silence with ingeniosity..Secretly achieving the milstone when you feel in the limelight but it's not the case to be all pragmatic and grumpy...In terms of driving on the way to reach a masterpeace  you have to get used to the acoustic of the background...Learn to dance in the dark and adjust your moves so as to be spectacular and to leave behind only sparks and fireworks..We are infinite in time and space ..don't lose yourself in the dust.

To dare or not to dare?

A virulent touch seems to cover her entire body ..from head to feet..A strange sensations that melted her soul but her Façade will not deceive her-not this time...She will  not be caught avant-garde like last time..The  fluffy-femele fiction  accompanies her in her oystrich-like life...she can anticipate his next stept ..Dalliance-she kept repeating this word over and over again..They were different-that was the main problem..different like day and night ,but suddenly it struck her...her heart kept whispering that yet night and  day meet in the most stunning twlight and dawn...She daresay that it was unutterably to admit her true desire..her integrity was  above this childish manner-yet she remained silent so as, to absorbe herself from any further guilt.....
The inevitable happened....

If only..

The wind is breaking the storm releasing  small strains of glow and tiny stars that are carried long road to their destination..I  see them but I didn't want to stare as they sang  their  unknowledgeable prays...As they play the records of the wind...in a semingly parade of shades that kept everyone wondering...The masquerade kept going resorting to the law and force of nature  that was controled by its sceptrum ....try not to gleam at the pall moon..whisper the night's miracles..and never deceive the fireflies that bring the magic covering the whole place...
I believe we are infinite....we are sensitive to a cold sonnet ..when it just splits deep down ....spreading love upon their lips ....on a whim you confess the unspoken phrase....There is just an Only Hope..

Today's the day..

Today I want  to leave it all behind..Today I want  to spread my wings and fly..thousands of miles ,thousands of oceans , not letting the sky to limit my dreams, because i realised that we are blindded by small and insignificant things when actually ,we should realise that others are fighting  for their lives somewhere..We should stop dreaming ..and start living our dreams because you don't know when it's all  over...We have to elucidate our true way...to match all the puzzle-peaces  and create our journey..There'll be moments when you'll feel  tired...but don't look back...just remember the reason that kept you going til then..take it, squeeze it in your fist and then fly along with it..because it will take you  to your final destination..Ask yourself"what have I done with my life until now?
Think again..

Lost pages...

"Tudum-tudum-tudum"that's everything that  i can hear and everything that i don't understand ..everything that is uncertain..or even things that are certain started to lose their awful meaning..i started to believe that maybe I am a masacre...I wake up from this fantasy in which i tend to lose my thoughts, my mind, my sorrows..so as, to confront my vivid image to the things that seem to conquer my  empty spaces....fire..that's all i can think of..to set fire to everything...i want it all to become ashes..memories, dreams, flawless hopes...i want them all gone..not to remember that they were part of me..no to assure me that they will reveal some kind of unspoken desilusion...not to make them define me..Everything is sketched to be turned into evil..to be driven to extrems ..to pass over the inner voice..
Everything is waiting for a future  war ...a new storm to take everything away...

More..

We are absorbed by every feeling that keeps gringing our insides,We are justified to bleed until we undo the spell that haunted our eyes for a decade or even more...We are seemingly keeping our eyes closed forever and even more..."More and more"Thease words seem to control us..Thease words give us wings ...In a grim voice they keep repeating themselves over and over and over again..you can't make the voices to calm down ..they keep whispering every single moment..every hour ..every second:"Go for it and ask for more"...i keep wondering ..will this destroy us entirely?

Actors.

We confide our deepest secrets to someone...someone who seems as a resemblance of your bare  reflection...to someone that you treasure ..to someone that your understandable conscious seems to accept..to pass over the imperfection and understand."To understand what?" the question comes out of the answer ,yet still without a reliable explanation..
In  a sort of ecstasy you seem to veil..To feel betrayed at short notice...I get it now...it has always been there but maybe deep down I denied it with all my heart..I never wanted to believe that ...I get attached to small..insignificant things..that afterwards turn against me...I see the good in people..i tend to believe in words,promises, guidance,true frienship..and that's something that cannot be fixed..
We tend to forsee our  life as a stage...to play our role perfectly..to get blinded by temptations, by guilt,anger..and that drives you to the middle of nowhere...I guess that's my key to the underground portal...To run away..to simply forget..
We tend to idle in hatred for eternity....

Timeless.

Time ..has never been my friend ..in its flawless way it always passed right before my eyes ..never understanding its duty ..it's legacy ..during its flight  burning everything that touches ..maybe not predictably enough...For me it doesn't have a reliable explanation ...only that sometimes it feels exactly like a masacre of the things we love ..even of our own selves..unconciously we forget that everything passes .sooner or later ..nothing remains the same ...we pretend to be wiser ..but it's just in our obscure mind ...We become dominated by time..by undefined moments ...coordinated by  delusional thoughts that keep searching for perfection..the perfection that does not exist only in our bare imagination..

Recordings

It's hard to predic where you see yourself  within the next years..it's the unknown that scares me most...you don't know the substract of any logical fact...it seems out of place to assure yourself that you can dream of rainbows when  you're clearly standing in the hurricane...They say I tend to be indecisive because I don't know which path to take.but ..During this obsessive drive your thoughts are unsure..As I try to write the pages of my life ..the shadow  keeps appearing between my eyes and the cashmere pages...it keeps revealing anecdotes and insecurities that obscurs my mind..it accompenies me even in the most hostile places and it's just haunting me over and over again.

Rush hour

What's with all this rush?The rush to run away....to run away from your world..
The dagger has impinged itself upon her chest but it didn't make her feel the pain ...she felt nothing at all..only redish dots came upon the wond but she didn't mind..she didn't stop because of them...she knew that they were insignificant...She murmured to herself that she was  immortal to any sign of weakness ..she felt nothing..The murmurs of recognition made her feel that she went mad ..the signs of her strenght seemed totally out of place..She  didn't ask for this...She feels that she doesn't belong here..it is not who she was designed to be..
She felt the need to go back...back to the past...to find something...something that was lost in the hurricane.

Sink of blood...

Trust..is just another word we failled to understand..a quintessence that it feels out of place...we prefer to be compelled by lies because they are far more appropriete to our ideal life than to reality...we feel more conforted with a lie...we use a scepter to hypnotize our victim and to transform it into a pappet-toy...we enjoy the act...to pull all the strings ..to design  their manner , feelings and thoughts...to make them feel insignificant without notice...it seems too real to not believe in this mascarade and it drives you to the most arsenic idea...that burns you in the most unexpected way...
You can't but dream.....

Dark clouds.

Among the greatest things that happen today we cannot understand the tear of gringing a sense of unachivement that accompenies yourself even in the most  hostile places..A true feeling  that you don't really mean but you simply want to destroy an innocent thought that in your deep subconcious see it so wrong ..you make a tiny thing seem so big when in fact it doesn't actually seem as it looks ..we can understand that nothing's ever what it seems..your close ones...i guess no one is trustful enough and no one will encourage you to succed just to drag you back as far as possible..to see you down...lost in the dark .....It's dreadful to see that even the ones you thought would be there for you vanish into thin air without even saying good-bye...All I can see right now are  just clouds of dust that appear at each clap of fingers..

Guilty.

I declare myself pleasurably guilty for everything regarding my entire existance.No more hidings.no more excuses.I claim myself guilty because of the twists and turns that my life encounters.For blaming destiny  for my misfortune and for the blocks of my life.For not being able to fight for what i want.but..lets face it , i never  actually knew  for what i've been searching or perhaps i haven't found it yet but however...i never make myself clearly undestood and that leads to frustration...and what a frustration...in a cold insanity some morals are still fighting to reach their way out through poetry , drama , interpretable quotes but...why can't we simply be honest to eachother?why do we have to complicate our own lives when it's so simple to just say it ?
Sometimes we should just stop looking for answers because most of the time they are standing in front of us but we refuse to see their true meaning..

Patience.

Due to an outlasting  drama ,healing doesn't come that easy.The pain doesn't heal in your way but in slow motion carried away only by the time itself..A long way process from which you can't recover as you please ...your insides are scooped out like ice-cream ...the pain will stung you ..a figure defined by the light that accompanies you even in the most hostile places ...a vague resemblance to a harp and the words are echoed as some fingers running upon the wires  in a sort of a musical way , hard but not loud enough to be heard by the one who's playing the music ...without notice they continue from the most sombre to the most romantic...Being  a victim is a psychological way not your true self , it's your choice who you want to be and it's up to you if you are still willing to be wired to things that consume you , that make you weaker..You can run away it's not to late...

Fright.

It's a world full of expectations...and yes, there come moments when you feel that your life gives you soo many wonderful things and you simply don't know how to react...you don't know how and if you should take advantage of them...At one fragil touch they can disappear ...a feeling keeps gringing your insides because of this mischevious fright...
how can you escape it?

Believe.

"All my senses seemed to desire to veil themselves and feeling that I was about to slip from them ,I pressed the palms of my hands together until they tremble ,murmuring:"oh love.."
Too many awaken thoughts in my mind that night..they  were ready to anihilate every image I had of the figure I had cast by my imagination..I saw myself as a creature driven by a dreadful vanity ..being self-possessed ..became inexplicable to sense the outlast , faint and invisible dust...With a trembling smile you can reach to see a rainbow between the dark veined clouds even if you know it's far away..

It goes on

resolutions..wishes...dreams...a strain of magic that leads your unconquerable soul to find its serenity and bliss ..even for a second ..it sees everything clear...to let its wings find  the looming horizone...to fly away as those angels in the churches...it keeps it locked in a place  of majestic beauty..to keep it tight and never fear of any witch  craffts to take it away...Echoes....some echoes are lost somewhere in the immensive world....searching for a quiet place to drag themselves out of their doze ,in thier look for a whril of apology..they are lost in the ghostly topic of wanderring about their past future and present ..a tone of distinct regret washes upon them...but with immensive conviction the inevitable question arise out of the answer"why?"