Clubs.
The city resounds with the constant throb of a thousand sad and heavy hearts ... can you hear?
cement blocks, plastic flowers, distressed and resigned faces, castles ... soap bubbles that burst one after another ... the sea of tears and lost dreams. A city like this is the best remedy any peculiarity ... smile: there are worse things. However
suddenly notice it, the sky is not blue, potholes in the streets singing about rain, horses, and earthquakes, heavy wheels, the drunk lying in the corners are happy for a second car oil as mirrors litmus about dirty water, dust spots from the sun shine, no place, no routine, no gray city and desperate, full of convicted faces and broken hearts ... nothing is strong enough to destroy a mind, if the mind can see beyond that.
And smiles ... not yet.
sometimes smiles when hallucinations (delirium, dreams, lapses) shown again in front of him, and the world is a dark, gloomy, foggy cold and moist, full of threatening faces, full of blood falling from the sky and ending lives every moment, because sometimes I think it is more unconscious to conscious. Sometimes also smiles when he talks about the future and all the million things you want to do on the projects on tap, cameras, scenes and special effects.
always smiles when we met after a long time and burns us as brothers and walked aimlessly through the streets of the city. For some routines fully worth the pain, just to say "where ever." He suffers from insomnia
and collapses continuously. Their personalities are constantly corned, but in the background always remains the same, is a four-leaf clover (who said they were of good luck?) Hidden and lost in a gray city, is an uncontrollable mind loses itself , who constantly forgets, never got to know completely, but I know more than most. It is he who does not smile, but smile when the sky rains blood and in his mind the apocalypse happens. When the body is paralyzed and suffers nightmares in the middle of the street.
And the city continues its reply of broken hearts and lost souls into unconsciousness ('s where he spends much of his time), crying, shouting, the pleasant, dismembered bodies, blood falling from the sky, the discussions within your own mind ... can you hear? He
if you can.
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--- To you.
I'll devia ... though you might not remember xD.
