time constant dripping puddles of boredom. Mind languishes in the absence of stimuli, forgotten in a drawer leaving any trace of motivation.
false eyes on artificial blue mirrored windows, was left on the dream between the fingers fading illusions. And the desire to conquer the world? perhaps the world ate the desire and hunger for emotional ramble in our life full of false promises.
wasting present in offices cold ideas were lost in meaningless routines. Mechanical movements, metallic echoes wasted intelligence. Desks longing in her eyes.
hours become eternal wandering in the fields of dead watches. Outside, February lies one of his wet afternoon on the gray asphalt. Inside, disappointment and loneliness they lie on me.
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