so, what i need is to create a distance from anything created by me, all the abstract memoirs, all the shadows, and the quiet corners inside of me.
if a time machine existed, maybe i would try again, but nothing like that exists in this real world, even if i try.
part of me still believes that nothing comes without strings, so i just keep walking, and follow what life brings.
this big daydreamer with a touch of klutziness, what a combo right? the pace is dynamic, shifting fast between ups and downs, so uptight.
and still, a part of me longs for those. i don’t know what will happen, but i pray even if it lost. all were great, not all good, but great.
and it will always be. i believe it.

















