While the life goes in circle, they're always in the centre. Always look straigh to face. Never merciful. Always shameless. Feed with their reflections in our pupils.
They live in a symbiosis with our minds. They go backward with every our step forward, but they never turn back. They don't have faces. They're like non-existing screens. When they hurt you, you'll try to hurt them. Oh yes, you're not worth them. They carry inside the secret parts of you to show them on a stage at the most unexpected moment. You try to destroy them using the worst blade you have. But you're not able to broke those strange screens. Trying to destroy the memories, you're destroying yourself.
Anyway... The lights of christmas trees. Shame on me!
They live in a symbiosis with our minds. They go backward with every our step forward, but they never turn back. They don't have faces. They're like non-existing screens. When they hurt you, you'll try to hurt them. Oh yes, you're not worth them. They carry inside the secret parts of you to show them on a stage at the most unexpected moment. You try to destroy them using the worst blade you have. But you're not able to broke those strange screens. Trying to destroy the memories, you're destroying yourself.
Anyway... The lights of christmas trees. Shame on me!
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