They help me feel strong when life feels so small. They make me feel hard as steal and very very tall. But they know all my faults and my sins of my youth. Now they cursed me so I can tell nothing mostly but the truth. But lately I force myself to pretend and to lie, they say it is to save my life. I love them for trying to help me save myself. I only wish I could save others.
I worry about everything. My time expires soon.
Secrets in time, they help me now. On their own, that icons that were suppose to be myths. I see faces in everything and their messages run deep, as I walk out doors and as I fall fast to sleep.