So-called growth

A window, opened. The color of the fearlessly projected into the sky is clear and clear. I smile, the sky is your eyes, it is a burning sorrow. There is no vignetting, and the eyes are warm and radiant. - "The one window. Closed. The sky is empty, like a tulle mist. The world, then tearing open a crack. I sighed faintly, eagerly looking for the figure that had disappeared. I thought about it." You are gone.

The sun's thorns entered the world of eyes. I couldn't distinguish the road in front of me. I was carrying a pain in my body. I moved my footsteps. The thorns shook in the screams. I held them with both hands. Block ice, trembled in the chest - the closest to the heart, kneeling, pulled out a well, a warm current. Hidden into the depths, invaded to the heart. But now it is frozen Lived, powerless and pale.