I odor the weather.
people slow chameleons
on phase change masks
such paintings I remember from legend
I'm feeling cold anxiety.
There's dense snow in the audience.
Something's bothering me.
I don't know if I'm needed here.
You wake up in the morning you look up
Nothing happens without lies.
It's like a challenge impossible.
I live on orders of headless people
wind murmurs
You're addressing me.
In the same dream of loneliness
It utilized to be safer.
I was a different man.
