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She holds out her hand offering a scene in a dream. Reality covers with sky your imagination. Game. She flashes your hours.

A glance. An glimpse of her own. Aiming. On you. A shine. Lost just when your eyes blinked. Nourishing your hours. You ask. To read the signs right.

You read. Filling your book with images. You are looking for among the roles. Reader writer. Sharing Irene. You're glad. It's worthwhile.

In the new day. An enemy. Lurks. Hunts. It is not your imagination. It's there, where you count the absence. At the junction where you did not get a choice. At the first step you want to do. Hard times. Between yes and no. It fits. You stumble over him on Mondays. Finding motivations to make your output in life. Again. No need to look for him. He is present. He breathes your hesitation. He is lost during the hours when you build your next step .He suddenly appears. He becomes your interlocutor in the time of your doubt. Unnaturally familiar. It's you. When you're overpowered by fear. It appears in thought. A mirror with two images. Incredibly cynical. He changes the fixed lines you've built. Your defeat is every one of his victory. Indiscipline participation. Grafted by the smell of resignation. A life trial.

You remain faithful. There is no church for you. Temple. Your thought. Messy messages. Seek your white. You make the day longer. You fill your hours. You steal your your time with your thought. You found a way. For life to be meaningful.

Surrounded by your own borders. The distance remains. You can let non recognizable sounds stay orphans. You choose music. You make scenes of tomorrow. Such that worth living for.

Dived in inertia. Fooling around the traffic. Special loneliness. Covers sounds. Indifferent. A breath. Your pulse.

Bloodless games. By a gone era. Raining sweat. You are tired. You do not play. Life is a game. For others. Without the human limit. They rob. There is no score.

You learn. Not to look for. The decision is to go along. You don't stand in scenes around you. The drama and the joy choose time. The patience drains the hope. You keep dawn. To make it your own. Every single morning.

You breathe the sunrise. A course of you desire. Travel colours. A hug does not erase the return. It became your main attraction. An invisible direction. Which generates the appeal. With any cost. To find Ithaca.