Disheveled pondering

 
You stand on the edge of your pathetic life for a moment before you are finally embraced by the death-whispering lap of the gaping, underworld abyss. When you are still yourself, you may be able to enter the resinous, incense-filled silence to listen to the beating of your increasingly hard-served heart. Feel free to look at the gaudy path you took to get here.

Human crypts-sad faces-in many cases-seem like strangers already so close to the chasing hatred; they become strangers where you once stopped in yourself and hoped you might have a new chance! Do not wear off your stubborn-thorn temper protecting yourself unnecessarily, if confessing stars can only Twinkle the handshakes of friends will dwindle more and more quickly.

As a bulwark, you still guard your broken soul, but what will remain if you no longer listen to the signals of the sending world?! – Stop, if you want, on the edge of your life, if you feel that the decisive moment has come and you know deep down that you can rarely continue to strain your tyrannical-eyed self-mauling! When your thoughts surround you as words of wisdom seeking goodness, you can be a more valuable person yourself, for you have listened to and watched the creative silence of this world, which has sent you its messages of comfort!

And if you have long been rebelled against you by your cerebral convolutions, demanding rectifying common sense, always listen in secret to what the more secret secret of your heart may whisper to you. It is not time or the world that is losing, shrinking. You can only be a thinking-pensive molecule-cell, developing itself according to your interests. Apoplexy rage, screaming bull-outburst – You know -it's not worth a damn.

From the wounds you hide in yourself, you can still build your Unbreakable character! And if you are often caught up in a hesitant bitter temper, you still have to-as a necessity-Face Yourself and ponder over your life put together for a minute!