The eyes of memory

 The eyes of memory. From words, strong. Nuts of the past. That memory of dry weather. Broken words hurt us. Yes, like this, there where they hurt us hard as wood. Then comes that which breaks us. What is wrong thinks. You live badly. It is difficult to live with deception and pain. Stone deception conceives us. How to say yours infinity. Among the disappeared shadows. It envelops us. Beyond our missing memory.

Sense, then ex-isto as a hypo/thesis.