FELLING-VERSE

To paint a generous coordinate system of feelings secretly playing hide-and-seek in the engravings of familiar faces. For in the excessively superficial world outside, honesty as the only viable option has long since disappeared.

Insidious formalities can stay with them, like unremovable make-up. Diagonal gleams in a pool of greedy, longing eyes. Who knows who she's thinking of?

The contours of rainbow shapes caressing in light splashing bays. At once they divide and still call. They seem to expand in the equilibrium of instincts. - The unbridled Present is becoming blurred with the desires of lived memories.

The depths of the soul are incessantly stirred by a single panting sigh, behind the rib-cage of the chest. True murderous confidence is the crocodile's cry, if its pearl be more real than visceral pain. Romance, like planet-born light, can only be born when it does not tumble in unknown confusion - but rests securely in the depths of hearts.
Unbreakable depths echo true love, if the feeling is mutual and pure One-flame.

Even in the raging tide of time, it would be good if trust could be sobered and reclaimed. No good can ever come of a flirting fool One should paint the cry of an orphaned child on the face of a familiar man, when he wakes up to find he is eternally abandoned and orphaned in this world.

When the Dear One realizes that a heart-rending, holy-babbled kiss can be worth more than a materialized kiss that a heart-stirring, holy-babbled kiss can be worth more than cheap pennies of material treasure. We should paint that never-ending eternal One-Moment, when we have loved the other and it has become an unchangeable, integral part of our lives!