Inverted gunpowder

      
     Actions intricate wick squeaking sky, glowing opportunities breeding farm! An aging buddy of longings! What else is driving you?! The selfishness of our memories is sure to break our murderous indifference! Bronze-brown, hibernated dreams are vented by a superstitious, exotic look: it looks like a rose window with colorful glass shards making its way to itself!
      
     It is better to count the pathetic Fragments of Life for ourselves every day that can be restarted: full of wound-spirits in our souls! Fear, dread, sits side by side, as if evacuated to interiors! You can see stars gloriously shining, in which the formula of immortal love is still moving! A single proud light will split through our broken selves! Only the one who can really understand and disappear can enter my beating heart! I should exist in Being; to know and always depend on the whims of the given vulnerable situation?!
      
     Why can’t we clarify human concepts as morals of an independent individual?! "I arrived on deliberate sidings, not like a conscience guarding hearts, but like an arrow fired more boldly from tense nerves!" - It comes to the edge of the breathable surface every third day! My creative goodness is both barren and skinny! The cloud is afraid of angels! Maybe everyone can guess I lost selfishly and I would say goodbye to the world in every living smile! My beating, melancholy heart tasted a sure crisis many times when he saw through true emotions!
      
     Bleed lazily through all the afflicted, junk Dawn: the overweight Horizon! The wind also stabs as a wound! True tears fell from cracked, grim cloud blocks…