She turned her feelings and thoughts into words. I am nothing but a keeper of your vanity. The door to your forgotten history. I am that broken window pane. When you tried to escape from your piercing reality. I am your mirror the reflection of your broken smile. I am nothing but your conscience. Your painful karma for every pack of lies. I am nothing but your nuisance. As I disconnected all lines that bridge our thoughts.

A type of blood cancer. Fabric and Structure of Existence. So maybe you can remember.

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock. Slipping through your hair spoils. The artistic and creative morning. I can hear the beating heart. Tick, tock, tick, tock,. I admire the way it beats with passion. Painting the sun with love,. Each cluster tender blades of chimera. I am just a drunken word master,. The magic of chimera and fairy tales. I just need to prove to myself,. Where I anchor my kisses.