Researched deeply

 
I looked into myself as an orphan for many years, walking through my glowing lava depths. I stared at the secret, the densely saturated motivations of my heated, imaginative adolescent self with wide-eyed eyes. I tried to appreciate a giving, purely honest spawned halo light in the dear Angel who saw! If the confidential loyalty came, how I listened to his duplicated, personal secrets, the sins of other people's real and perceived frailties with the victim of a fairy hiding in his modesty.

The killer-blade incision, believed to be ominous, gathered above my head, and yet my soul sent many tiny sparks of supplication into the darkened echo-fog of the expanding Cosmos. "Finally, even the esteemed trust of friends - as it was - began to waver and decline." My self - like a hedgehog - took spiky thistle-suba with the dawning days, when I was hurt, a stinging hurt, and then hesitatingly disappeared in uninhabited places, in the dreaded, murderous alleys of the suburbs. A bear-thick chubby shadow crouches stateless, like my innermost childhood fear.

And as someone who likes words of wisdom and conversations instead of chatter - I have tried to expand the boundaries of my trusted circle of friends with him at least a thousand times in vain. – Today, our world is even more self-centered, more insidious, and full of wild idiots; As a midsummer signpost, it is better if everyone clings to their common sense, who does not wait with childish-naive faith either for fried pigeons or for promising, weedy promises!

I intentionally put my life into an unbreakable, gnarled nut gut, so that those who have the spoils and destruction in their castle will have a harder time harming them. "Just for once, a lady's sigh, fluttering blessedly, would give me confidence." On the lap of my Beloved, who offers immortality, I might be able to find my lost self-confidence again!