Nicely

And we are nothing but the good one. Plain, nothing but pain. No, as if you think of us, think no more. She has made her position quite clear. I should have known that, or I just intended to keep my lips sealed. Funny how it could be, she is a nice person, that's all. And we all are nice people who try to help others as much as we can. She corrects you when you are in the middle of labyrinth and find the entrance to get it in. It is the obligation of basic contact between she and us. Blame the past pace that twitches you intensely. And ask her? Ask no more. We move so far, undergoing a turning point, and we make such a detour on our road as we still can barely cease but be kept pushing forward. Fortunately/Unfortunately we at length return to the place at which we have stood at first. Perhaps the cruelest thing is not derived from the reality or the evil one. At times the cruelest thing are those who attempt to behave nicely, a nice one who shows plain senses on everything. Vertigo surges behind our eyes as the wind blows through our body. Our voice falters, by which the wind plagues in such a rapidness. It is the spiked wind coming as if it trenches upon our face, chest and ankle. Liquid as we become, and a gelatin that gradually forms. We move til we no longer steer our way as the wind corrodes our skin through vanishing soundlessly into the air. She could be that one, taking all the else of ours. Plain, clear-cut, nothing but pain as if you think of us, think no more. We never say love, and we just behave nothing but a good man, good for helping, nicely, a good one indeed.