Smoke test

A smooth lighting of the autumn days paints bright colours onto negative ‒ positive ‒ souls; they’re turned into the bright pastels, even having black hearts.

The hopeless dark void, which fills of the souls, is like a smoke. That creepy smoke will cover of dirty holes of our lives, until, we does not open eyes, the windows of the soul. That’s a way how to make a chance to evict the smoke by a fresh air.

Dense clouds of smoke shadows of our souls, our physical bodies. The grey souls now shines in brights colours, revealing the metamorphosis, the born of a new human being.

This post was written in honour of (†) George Samsa.