IMMUNITY PRIVATE SPEECH

Like a snail shell, I waited motionless for years ... I would have waited for some celestial signal, a cacifant message, a spirit-intelligible dance of melodies, a call from the Dear when he confessed: maybe he still loves me golden, his precious heart, but he does not dare to get out of a relationship doomed to loss. The cheese-colored arches of the chalk-legged moon paint amber lights on the wall of the room stuck in the evening. 

Memories to tumble their instincts and failures into the latent, restless obscurity. I wanted to hear about it, no matter how familiar Life develops, harmonious happiness might even find me here. 

Attention to the traces of my vigilant, destroyed years, how the aspirations and living factors influencing existence in the way of polite, passing guests fade away and fade away from me. The blessing of Blinded Time – now applies only to some privileged. 

The curls of my forehead are embraced by tired ice-tear crumbs, falling apart in a mood, silently in the winter. The vengeful horizon sends more lustful latrines and evildoers every day. 

The jury of my dreams is often not impartial at all. Listening to the Summonable World can be broken by a pair of babbling flirting brown eyes. Unspeakable flames would be praised by selfish candlelit romance.