Moons and smog

Treasures derived from mirages… they’re here, and in a blink of an eye they’re already somewhere else. Demented quest turning into an incident… damn, I care for incidents:) Hellish accessory always up to no good, and this daydreamer stands thrilled, never knowing when the reverie comes to an end… and somewhere beyond all things, her smile – my reason to lose decimals! Damn, I thought I was mathematical prodigy…

The eternal struggle of each new generation lies everywhere else, destinies colliding into one another, creating it all.

I howl at the moon, I can’t see her from all this smog… but I know she’s there.