The heart
barely audible
beats
for each
all alone
the abandonment
loneliness
among other
People
of it can
each of the real world
his stories
tell
the escape in
The letters
into the words
is like an addiction
as a substitute
for those not lived
the not accepted
the heaviness
of one's life
who is not full of complaints
happiness
in its place
whether woman whether man
not having achieved
The fear is the
Gate and also a protection
not cocky
to become
The coziness
should the children
remain reserved
The sky is icy cold
and nobody will
its all the time
spend up there
