IMPATIENT TO SLIP INTO REALITY

I already feel the years of pregnancy on your shoulders as tortured. Why don't you let go of your eternity pain?! Why can't you once and for all shake off the leaden, shipwrecked chains that tear your heart and soul from your shackled spiral body?!

Perhaps not only the Janus-faced Judases of the Executioner Times, but also the friendly allies who you could trust and who guaranteed that you would never be alone in the chaotic forest of Life, as your orphaned crying child, have perhaps deliberately turned away from you. Now all of them have gone abroad, and you stand on all fours searching in your own mini-world for the morality of possible causes and effects, saying: "Well? I wonder why they could prosper better and more efficiently than you?!"

- Your cynical skepticism really blackmails you and constantly overshadows you, covering the gaps of reason and reason. Your throat is already tight with babbling childish-naive crying, and even now, as a clumsy fool, you can't really understand that you were worse than your friends, or that you just didn't appreciate enough the totality of the treasured moments that the tattered Life guided your way.

- Now human curse words are flying over your head every day, like sharpened scalpels, and you can't even speak with silent mouths so that at least those who will listen to you without money in the name of humanity will help you - but honestly. Should we forget, or should we live for the moment and fulfill ourselves with the idyllic metamorphoses of the uncertain Future?! You can often be compromising and weak-willed, but don't give up your inner, more hidden individual! In washed-out times, you have to find your way to Calvary yourself!