Everybody says about classical idiom that there is no perfection in this world. About all achieving stuff and understanding each others. Judging somebody with their eyes and ears. How can somebody always have a mind that the other cant think normally or well, although their minds pick my doubt on . we dont know and really do not know what in others mind.
Secretly I made a fragile wings, from simple and usual goods...and actually i start to realize that this is a really superb stong wings that others cant made. This white fur of my wings reflect sun shines and sparkling to the end of a day. And it starts to made my day, better and better. Light my feet, blow my face with cold refreshing wind.
Curiosity is going to come to their owner that might be you. In the beginning of nowhere, trying to figure out a shape of a true form. Ignoring all emotions that might be comes out. Making some wonderful perception that my turn a lamp in poor man house.
This euforian is just a litlle fresh air before a death.
Dear mine...
I do not know about our destiny.
I do not know what will happen
Or what should do to
All that i could, is to have a faith, that you are exist.
But my faith is reduced time by time
And you do nothing but me
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