Crowded Commuter

The windows of the eyes were filled with water.

A secret order is a disorder in chaos.

Outside of the dreams awakes the clear vision. 

Thoughts are like deadly punishments humans are gifted with.

For what we scare is instead a ticket to paradise. 

Nothingness will remain if the response to contraction, disconnects. 

Symptoms on the whole are enough to have nervousness.

The remainder may be filed in brief of validation.

The middle-class poor word will drive you formlessly.

Disowned with the practice of listening to everyone.

Now hovered accurate shadows of unusual voices.

Events of clear and detailed fantasy seemed like books just in the room.