many thanks to the origin of these words.

Crazy fragments have only one sourse, to show the buried blades.
Without handles. To hurt others or myself or both.
Any injury should be completed in both ways: ache and pain.
I just can't wait.

My treasure in dark, is like the dust on your coat.
The smile in the mirror fades away as the wind comes cooler
At this moment, dreams are genually more artificial as sleep goes deeper