In what shades do your thoughts flow to feel the happiness you need? What kind of silence do you prefer for you to be comforted inside? In your mind's room, who's in charge of your own imbecilic mistakes?  I saw you arrayed in sinful's attires. None of them has camouflaged you. And I don't blame you. You're funny and also, bizarre... simultaneously.

morning rouse, — bizarre dream of last night, — forgot Les Fleurs at the coffee, — interesting Les Litanies, — followed with Lord's Prayer darkness, — identical as is a lit side; the beauty of ugly, the ugly of beauty, — Baudelaire explained; night and day, — unseparated; increasing, decreasing, — equally; the love, — is there or is not at all... defines a weakness, — artistic creation; a pray, — telepathy works... come closer