Time
Time
Time spent. Time, spend my time. Here, there, dried reality, broken times
Yes, everything was lost, only the walk remained. In the space and time, walk alone
Walk alone
Walk alone
In the time
In the time
Remebering
The past
I just want someone to come back again. Again. This is the past. Back in the past
Recreate it from the past form again from the past time. Someone is in the past. Love
Her name is the Past. Not a woman. The past is what I want. The time of the lost age
It’s never coming back. I know it. But it’s my dream. The past. I want to live it now
Again and again. And again. Why was that time then, and why do I want it again? Why?
I can’t live without the past. Can’t. The past is pulling me back. This is the love of the past
My soul and the past are a union, they live together in the living past time, there is the dark
Dark and light in my life. The clouds are black in the sky, this is the dark life, so close, so far
Living in the dark memory is a sharp life. Now. Live in two time places, oh this is so high
Internal examination of my soul’s works. It is continuous. The question is why? That’s why
Questions from the past. Pasts from the questions. Questions from black clouds of lost life
My lost life. Others lost their lives. Everyone lost their lives. This time is like a dark hurricane
A storm. Is it the end of life? End of the world? No, it is not that, only a wave of the being
Being, being. I just see life. Is that being? Maybe a projection. Looks real. Strong view
Strong view is strong projection. But where is the existence? In the heart. Life comes…
From there. I want to kill my heart. I want to live without a heart. I want to live without
subjectivity. Yes. I want to see the reality. The real dream of life. The time of present time
Needs it kind. A kind. A lens. A lens without heart. Give me life. The objectivity of life
Time, life. Life, time. I want to live in the next. That’s the future. Imagined realism. Of life
Time
Life
Past
Kind
Next
Cruel?
No
Unknown
The life
Dead heart
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Vilmos Zoltan Galyo
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