Road in the sun, traces of ash. No! I can not imagine, I'm in a reality that I can not take easily, just know I like being there. I do not know if you're the big star or one of the angels are flying through it, rotate without defined faction, some others see me ignore me, yet they make their way after looking at me straight in the eye. Not all are equal, the flames do not affect me and why? Despite seeing burning throughout and noted that the horizon is much broader than I'm used to sitting in front of the ripples that touched my feet looking toward the sea.
I demand more! Then you're satisfied with what you have, it is never concrete and I do not care, it's simple, and I'm not interested. I still leave traces of ash, not to tarnish slowly I do not want to make a path, I want the brightness of the whole make moan the stars and afraid for their deficiency. The burning does not affect me, since you mentioned it, I can feel my skin, the palms of my hands tattooed with your aura, glowing look injured and I wish to remain so, I just want to remember the joy when I see children in their first steps without direction, but with enthusiasm to have the gift of drawing a path with his feet.
"You're drunk ... - You'll say ... and? If I am or not truth is not hidden, never taught me to lower myself, I did it once to try to obfuscate, evade, and have cast doubt on my behalf to the beings who love to have you believe, but just as any item was discarded which becomes obsolete and that you yourself have launched without having appreciated its spiritual value. I would like one that could take me flying over loaded and behold the glory and grace that are less dense at the level at which persist, carbon dioxide and does not hurt me because it's your breath that kept alive the ecosystem .
Try looking from a distance ... The ball avenue, infinite color lights that move without stopping, your cornea can stand ... I located my there? I doubt it. Rather, I am sure can not see me, come a little more and try to discern as the way, slowly, more and burn traces the steps that I've quit, come closer now you can see my face looking forward and who does not want anything to lose direction and without distraction to maintain its routine, knowing that there is a punishment, regardless of the time, assessing my life and even more walking yours.
When you have predefined what comes later will notice as I lift my face and my eyes come together with yours, the brightness of the two fuel the round, do not panic, the splendor cover the universe. Opaque colors die, did you notice that your retina and your mind that you dream, forget the rest. Do not be at my side, you're inside of me.
