Opaque

The taste of nicotine and vodka, I'm craffting signs with the joy of the sun in the depps of my eyes.
Crawling weak into the vacuum of events.. you gold glitter!
This halo shines for sex and magic.

The stains of reflection. We are the brightness of long distante stars.
Ghost machine, phantoms of desire.

I urge to become the light capable of all thing.
Illumination of the precarious nature of human beings.
I see it all around. We all implode in bliss with God on our lips.
Doubt is the cradle for disbelief and the sun is hostile in it’s embrace.
We bloom into all the colours of life..

The aging of the end. The map of dreams for last.