A theory for a description

But a nonsence of words that exist almost just for me


Nowadays besides nothing at all and wathever I feel


For ever rather a reflection of time that collapse in existance


Of all thougts that burn away joy and pain that melt me like ice


With every way of my being I understand better the retorical resistance of the self


Just like a dusty garden of posibilities well formed in the past


I salute you for at least staying by letters that only represent a why not


Alone being related more with everything alive unwritten by a succesfull looser.


Dragging my own space for a raging unreal class that beats percepcions of unwanted traats