PUPPETEERED

The passion is winding between rocks and narcissus flowers, giving me the skip. I think, why me? I’m your puppeteer. Yes, I know that I bite the strings with my fangs trying to break them but… what about the high piano notes that in the try they emit? The movement and some kind of structure sustenance are possible by the lack of equilibrium. Oh my dear, I am so clumsy and omnidirectional! The relieving distance of walking under the influence of remote controls, almost delete the smell of the dark memories’ culture. The gnomes, elves and fairies audience is clapping and relieving me; sometimes I think that they do it by mistake… The chance is big that the tiles fall and then someone will get serious injuries, the convalescent handicapped will explain, and then I will be lost. Wouldn’t it be easier to start a new track? And forget about the preparatory process, as of the new beginning was spontaneously blooming while begging for a tasty meaning. Chances of life, that while they pray I scheme my speech, and reveal myself pointless and dreamy. At the dawn of history, aurora australis, aurora borealis, there was nothing but a flawless simple ignorance, without sediments or erosion. What an accumulative across the corner legacy. The forked tongue reptile slipped behind the sofa, and while thinking that we were far away from the wild, we got bitten and the calculations didn’t match the total. This is what should be called the animal free of prejudice honesty. B_Nour