The eyes decide the times continually. Trust a bit tilted shape. As a result, it is destroyed in a long run.
Color you saw slips through your hands. Things you meant are the eyes that open the daily oaths. Sit on a transparent chair and proceed beyond thoughts. Time of remorse passed in the waving sea.
Warped time slices the sense of sight. The love of moving water becomes a burden. The voice of happiness echoes in the distance.
The actuality I saw goes through the void between my fingers. The sunlight we both see. A lucky charm on my neck. A command seperates the individuals and becomes a god in the lone-world. A figure moved in a windowpane. It's the whirlpool and a piece of life.
In a box of sound. Burns the heart that fails. And in my dream it shows, The immaterial actuality cracked in the sky.
Life caught in the rain. A live emotion brushes the ashes off. The world we go as we shut up. We haul the savior's voice in as it talks. Read more at