nice phasing,  evolving textures,  filter work

Loneliness envelops you like a dark cloak, hiding in the eyes of others, and under the mantle meets your intimacy, slipping up the mood crumpled around itself, full of sadness never sigh ... I can just slimy and cold, as insistently eyes fixed on him, the skin will become even more obscure ash and thoughts assail you until you drown .... under a mantle where there are dark corners never penetrated, smiles ever seen, sweet paths of slight happiness never attained .... And that's when you realize that there's silence around you. Too much silence. You fought so much for the place in the sun so would ensure better tan and a puff of wind to the natural, not you noticed that the noise is annoying in life, and you sneak away, carrying away with it 's they now feel joy, all of a sudden, a mortal need. Mortal. Funny to come so quick to name the unnamable, and you know that you only have to remove the heavy and pretentious cloak and breathe deeply the hungry eyes staring at you her eyes, trying to make sure they are there for you.

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