DOUBTFUL INTELLECTS

You shouldn't be afraid now; Cheating, wild Cerberus are waking you up at night, troubled by nightmares, and you can't understand why the ordas-wind, the deliberately disgraced one, is whining like a beaten, dragged animal?! It's true, now the silvery stars are dancing up there in the ice-cold silence of space; they listen to the many pleas of dying people, as if they had long ago mourned the uncertain tomorrow. 

It embraces the person with the canvas shroud of winter, nicknamed permanent darkness, which becomes more and more sluggish and difficult with the deliberately shortened days. Can a new beginning await us in the new year?! Can we once again sweep our small-scale, petty problems under the rugs with a light wave of the hand?! The man's eyes are fixed on the frozen ground, where Yorick's ghost once guarded, and he asked him inquisitively: ,Well? Tell me, my friend! Could you have been happy and satisfied with your life, which suddenly and unexpectedly derailed?!" - Faint Moonlight watches over our heads, which regularly mourns the last romantic shooting star even in the flood of New Year's fireworks. 

How long would a person wait for the Angel, who, as a caring woman, would comfort the wounded child when he is sad and worried; mortal man can hardly live in the unknown Times, at most he can only be a passing stranger, a tolerated stranger. In the palm of the minutes left open, it would be nice to play with the melancholy, idyllic thought; the one-Someone secretly finds everyone, and in the remaining twenty-some years, even the long-suffering happiness is enriched with a new meaning and creation story. 

The sound of the holy consolation of our truth-telling tears is more like a series of tumbling pebbles; who could comfort our sincere feelings that have started to rust, which we deliberately hide, even from ourselves?!