I live through the span of pain and joy
The pain keeps me alive, going...
I get caught stealing moments
Out of suffering, to play with my past
Crystalline sapphire world in it, loved like a fairy, lived like a tale. Riding giant butterflies,
life exalt worn-out flowers, the words she fades out, turns into colors.
The sensational steep blood-run as I see it touching her glimsy flicks of being though.
frills of fears! I hear about death of all living, with no exempt.
Existence is the constant sustained dream, reflecting glitches causing life to flicker...
I am in a dream dreaming of being what I am, tryng to imagine sources of episodes...
Evocative cashmere susurration, hush!
I must not smile, it gives cracks and chirps
Time might find me out out!
Is reality a dream? Is dream real?
My eyes don't see me, I touch myself to feel, nothing...
What if the world, life and everything is virtual, what if there's no actual
at all...