All that remains is to live, fill the deficiencies in green and calmly dismantle the aromas of the vacuum smeared in grey. There is nothing left but to invent myself in a world of soul and body synchrony, where my chaos is bankruptcy and my eyes turn to compassion. All that remains is to forget what I wanted to be like when time was a promise and my verses--- the idealized reflection of your love. There is nothing left but to accept me being who I am at this white moment who does not encourage, nor encourage--- in submission.
