I was waiting

I have been waiting for that yellow mirage for a long time, and I did not know that colors have an effect on everything, sometimes I see it black, sometimes yellow, but when I see it dressed in black, I start crying because the blackness is silence, feelings of drought and poor survival for the soul that has waited for you for many years.
He had to be ashamed of himself and to be white and transparent as water.

For there to be such an ambiguous person in the life of a forgotten person like me, a target on the sidewalks of every person he met, to be a sign of beauty in my life, is tantamount to reaching the kingdom of the soul.
This is how the corridors of the soul are, the corridors in which the league has always nested, and it began to sing from the left rib of my chest in a soft voice.

Being a person of a god of beauty, angelic in details, an irrational obsession, runs in this entity as one who has been alienated and returned from exile to the bosom of his mother.
This is the access of me and you and the music.