A stop for the View

A self-injected memory of that what is latent upon the dinamics of human feelings, force a will to step around a second to contemplate this billets-doux, feeding on your soul. Hunger as it is, a passion's "lets loose" tool, which upon your narcism grows and leaves merely nothing but the contemplation of an eternal today, ruled by that born in your heart, and so, slave of your own false ends of life. Look i will for a second and step outside i will, for the search of that greater not obvius end is just close enough to my will as never has been, but with this chance to "feel" i choose to stop, step backwards and glance for an instance the beauty of human flaws named feelings.