Because you have to. For ugliness. For stench. For black and white. For cacophonous. The limits are in-existent. You are unprotected. You lean on a thought. It governs through time freely. It becomes an answer. It erases the hows and whys. The should haves. It is the reason for life. Raindrops splash your horizon. They disco-lour colors. Hidden sun. The shadows are dancing in the clouds. Her words were discolored. Not faded.

Lurking. Every sunset. Hunting. The seasons. Mixed up in the blue. Democracy of the nature. Insane colors demand their laws. Reclined darkness. You ask for truce. She ignores the ones that are alive. Mercilessly circle the time. Grinds lives. Remorseless. We sink. We lose the happiness. Willing believers. In the lie. Trimming in the futile.

Steps back. Dressed. Buried dictate. Words insignificant. Thrown left-right. Together with the shouting of the moment. Plowed fields. From professional observers. They sell the applause. Wretched. The under and the over.

There are silences. Among us. Tyrannical. Hegemonic unreachable. Stripes. Bathed in the light. When beaming over her face. You get lost in the darkness away from her. Blessed on deck of love. Happiness and sadness play hide and seek in your world. Without any of them winning.

Everything can fade one moment after. Aligned in the reversed countdown. Doubtless human. Indifferent for the end. In love

Crumbs. Small fallen joys. Here and there in life. They bring chaos/disorder. Sweet numbing. Opposed rules. Adrift. They lose their lines. A lauph fades them. Easy

Stormy days bordered despair. As an evil tale. Drains the breaths. Awkward switch. The day receives from the night. Hanging in the Ferris wheel dipping slowly into the ground. In a moment we will look everything from above. A privilege that you lose in the cathode. Until you stop recognizing when you're up or down. It's that moment when the sounds stop reaching your ears. The vibration. It becomes color caress prayer. It is the beat of your heart.

Damaged summer. Replica. Sweet memory. It smelled watermelon. It’s sweetness was spread. The season is quencher. The hours were filled with “want”. We spent them lavishly.

Line on her. Spots. The gardens. The squares. Emphasizes the shadows. Bathed in the light with her. Shares happiness/joy. Loyal soldiers your eyes. They hide beauty. War games. For mortals.