That nebulous rising of turbulence in the heart of mind,
The increasing decrease of the air walking by the misty fog,
Blinded drama wanting to burn the capricious ego in satisfaction…
The childish presumption of the torch in its sudden flame,
About an egoistic demand of attention by an affliction of affection.
An unreasonable authority of fulfillment by the afflicted to breathe the same air,
The urgent illusion of planting the same silent scream in the coldest flower.
Always come a certainty of being the final for a shiny and illusive bird,
By an expectation over the expected that never wanted to serve any expectations…
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