The angel you once called your One-Beloved fell by deceiving himself through the Universe he believed to be immortal; her knees were scraped by the hurtful Martian ****, while her winged, sandaled ankles were adorned with an attractive tattoo as hieroglyphs. Her radiant star teeth also fell out one by one thanks to the laser teeth whitening he was so proud of and could be proud of. She hid his sincere heartbeat, because he could slightly believe that he had built an eternal city of sincere feelings in her heart.

Her inner gut instincts crowned her queen, but not for long, because where unfair possession emerged, the cosmic radiance woven from the soul could be felt less and less, when soul and heart became one. Her bronze-brown skin, caressed by the exotic island of Bali, was covered with sun-spotted scars; he thought that if he lost herself in the love she imagined to be immortal, you could later forgive her selfish tyranny to the true flesh, but he failed to steal herself back into you.

- Perhaps his only problem was that he always compared herself to others, made herself dependent on others, while he often forgot about herself and his personal differences of opinion. It would have been good to lie down in the rich creative filling with sincere will into the depths of harmony-silence and there to explore the primordial secrets of the soul with her heart's desire. - Later, perhaps she suspected that the permanent pit-abyss into which he voluntarily fell leads to a secret corridor-labyrinth, which everyone needs to cope with for themselves.