So amazing with lies and with comedy,
I'm so tired to be only yours.
So crazy, so nice without melody!
You are just the newer curse...
Why has she forgotten my telephone
While explaining we were so done
With the tries of breaking the empty stone
Of the union firmly the one?
I'm so silly without her galaxies,
I'm so sad without her dreams.
How can I find the balances
Of my life and my time, which she trims?
So flying, so willing, so various!
She was all in my list I could act.
Why had she made all mysterious?
Without calls, without name, without fact...
21.09.2011 (4:13pm)
(Book 16 "Without Her Galaxies", cycle 91 "The Alight Rooms")