The color of warning, the taste of the escape


In the heart of darkness
The unextinguished light of life

The bright side of the forgetting mind in the midst colors of fall
Falling, everytime starting and ending in red and black

The other side of mind where datas enter the void full of the midsty colors of fall

Cloud of thoughts vanishing in the subsequent world of silence.
Forgiveness is not always the clue.

Handle with care /



Put a hand on it
And hide it to sight
And pretend it never happened

Twelve hours away
Twelve months of despair
One minute of hope
And everything is repaired.