She felt your body, it was just a bearer.

Walking through the depth of calamity. Nothing explains why the flowers flourish in the dead yard like a memory.

Enthusiastic emotions follow my lines of horrors and stimulate the serenity inside of me.

A lot of hands came and hair dressed your horrors "don't panic" is a simple order from the hands.

In our ingredients we should take a magnifying glass, with a splash of time, time like a bed sheet that can cover your body. Because of your long legs you wished to be shorter. Your wish was granted. Something shortened you or maybe you shortened yourself. She saw you in your walk. You walked like a cloudy sky. You yelled at yourself because you couldn't yell at anyone. You kept yelling in torture" I am not a seducer. I am just a party of Windows falling from the sky. I am a sound of face slaps. I am a gift from a less mighty god".

You led her to hell. You poured the triviality on her. She loved to escape. In the way in, in the way out, in the way between. The movement trapped her. She cooked you the hell. She immigrate you like the most trivial thing.

She remembered how you felt. She remembered your heart. You fell the scene wonderfully set. Your body was out of it. she touched you and washed your washed. She felt your body, it was just a bearer.