MAGNETIC SUSPICION AMONG PLUNDERED SOULS

 As if people were not increasingly deliberately corrupting themselves in their reciprocated devotion, just like forgotten, unopened cans. They corrupt themselves in both unrequited love boycotts, seemingly endless, pitiful expectations, permanent abandonments, stolen happiness from others, self-forgotten joys of the Universe. Self-incense-filled peace agreements, as well as the stupidities committed that pile up like a net, which may once seem impossible to repair. 

They all belong to the leaking shame, because now many people actually behave as if they had settled here for at least a hundred years of permanent solitude; with plundered souls, crippled bundles of panting emotions. Because they are flogged - whether they want to or not -, beautiful words, wills, promises as if they had been organically separated from the so-called from livable Time as well. 

The self-forgotten years - if they existed at all - have now given up their selfishness and can only hang one after another, filling in memory gaps. As if it were increasingly difficult to catch a falling star that has moved further away from the heart of the Universe. 

Because every human being is a speck of dust and a shrinking abscess on the ancient body of creation, making itself incomplete, squeezed halfway between Eden and Golgotha. It is increasingly impossible to dignify souls from the subject areas of phalanx theories, because a spleen mood secretly hangs on the branch of the conscious Nothing. 

Now light pierces the heart of silence; poorly insulated desires are cherished by so many truthful psychological pearls. In most cases, loneliness has long since irrevocably forgotten the person. Magnetic suspicion radiates from every face. Gradually, the remnants of the superficial, showy life intended for window displays will sink and disappear.