Prayer. Your wishes. Your eyes filled with images. Monotonous repetition. Your respectful steps. You are careful. To exist. Magnets. To pull you. So you don’t get lost.

You ask. To see. Hidden behind the words. The colors. Are hugging. Whoever they can. With his heart reading.

To leave oblivion. Flooding. Cleans the memory. It empties. Prayer. Relief. Hope is born. Human machines. Abandoned. Restart. Unknown command.

You overpower impregnable forts. You roughen false peace. When you look at your fear in its eyes.

Abandoned sentry boxes. Lost borders. Battles. Without a winner. Memory as a friend. Stands. In the cold night. As long as it lasts. You breathe. The kiss of life. One. Yours.

Living legends. Being fallen in blue. They earn the sunrises flying near them. They plunge into mortal time. They play with the limits of it. Which are borders for those who walk on earth. A challenge for them, on the other hand. They wear their wings. They embrace. They are doomed angels. To an end that seeks to steal their glory.

Profane days. Disestablishing precious talismans of your faith. Kept for them.

You unfold life. You win. You lose. Fresh smell. Loaded. Laughs. Tears. Desires. Lonely figures. They don't match. Unexplored. Unknown places. They keep secrets. They wait.For her to guide you.

Mind Game. Physical camera of editing. Repetition. Rebuilding stage. Magical. Freezes time. Pry. A statue. An expression. A smile. You can fill your museum. An exhibit. An onlooker. A love.

Thinking is stored. Double faced. Precious. A piece of yours. The dream is vivid. Of each day's motive.