Leak Valley

     
    Among the fragility ruins of my soul, I still keep curious melodies, to see if there will be anyone else who will listen and think: if you have hurt Someone in the self of falling mirror tiles, how will you comfort the fall ?! In the promises of nowhere opportunities, I am disappointed daily: Were there any at all who considered the keeping of the Promise at all ?!
     
    Story has broken down into facts, yet it has finally been licked with ugly ends! In my final desperation, despair often sticks to the "how to proceed" - executioner's rope! If the extended Silence explodes in me: I will divide myself between the gaps of fear and reason! Who else, with their eyes closed, can discover the true Truths of petal falls that experience Truth?
     
    Is the Continuous Rich Word Falling into a Memory Appearance? I will also turn the other half of my smiling face over if Someone else wants to know me! So be vigilant “they” out there so that they don’t exclude the witness from their souls! I still confess to myself the familiar Deficiency: Well, let's see! What would you do differently? Self-inflicted curiosity, however, is still pursuing; my exploratory consciousness is paving the way for itself, trying to be independent of self-defeating remarks,
     
    blade-sharp, crumbling criticism! My awake researching attention captures the fulcrum built around me! Failed failures could continue to be a pity! - The blocked waves of this present existence are ready to clash over my head again; everything will leave me all around if I have to fight and fight with myself!