DeAlterArt

In the middle of a quiet night wind, snow bring a marker shadow environment that had to do anything No one can surmise sound like a night terror the next they are in a sweet dream covered not approach the suspect nightmares Small children like to feel the crying from a small eye view of destruction far is only reflective of corner of the heart can only trust not be returned to the twinkling of an eye can only capture what happens recovered his senses express power of nature can not be destroyed no weapon that can rival open all eyes to see the devastation is considered lost mind and no mind is able to treat everything is clearly responding ..

at night changed my season worries about the confrontation without my conscious, i accompany during the day and night i a month of hope not thought to be temporary were selected to be a it is not a requirement of the occurrence but only the power of God to determine creation is not requested not the plan coming the love that was in open water but a meaningful month imagination to be shot so shadowy illusions charismatic figure with the theoretical I can make it as scrap misterian to live up to the end of the second cover be happy with even a moment meaningful over time each radar in the sense that so calm dear, not the meaning of all this