Forgetting images are eaten

 Loneliness has been found in hope. Live life alone. It makes its nest, at birth, of water. Increasing humidity. Moldy damp from time. Mount of time. Sown words. They let themselves be loved, and they take advantage of it. So that they do not forget in the previous present. Do not be a sad thing. Do not think of anyone in white. Neither images think without our brain. Forgetting images are eaten. They take root and corrode the mind. They leave the fruits of the hours there. Those dreams of the mind.

Sense, then ex-isto as hypo/thesis.