Unpopular private speech

Like a house of snails, I waited motionless for years... I would have waited for some heavenly sign, a cacifant message, a dance of melodies that could be understood in the soul, a phone call from the Beloved, when he had confessed: maybe even now his golden, dear heart loves me, but he doesn't have the courage to get out of a relationship doomed to loss. The cheese-colored arches of the chalk-legged moon paint amber lights on the walls of the room stuck in the evening.

Pinning his instincts and downfalls into a bun of memories is the lurking, restless darkness. I would have liked to receive news that no matter how familiar Life turns out, harmonious happiness can even find me here.

I pay close attention to the traces of my harassed and destroyed years, how the aspirations that influence life, the factors that destroy my life, recede and fade away from me like polite guests passing through. Blessing of Blinded Time - currently only available to select individuals.

The curls of hair on my forehead are embraced by tired ice-tears of snowdrops, plundering themselves and falling in unison, silently in the winter. The vengeful horizon certainly sends new lustful thieves and evildoers every day.

The jury of my dreams is often not impartial at all. The silence of the summonable World can be broken by a pair of flirtatious brown eyes. Selfishly candlelit romance would praise ineffable flames.

Shadows gather above my head like Damocles' shadows, clawing their razor-sharp claws into the crimson heart of the sacrificed twilight. Greedy herds of brawlers, enraged, snarling jerks and homeless people insult and insult the hidden visions of the night, believed to be invulnerable. – An unruly heart is an unruly coil of sighs: it often lies to itself on purpose!