there's no easier way to get around the world. With the words to play, serious business is what people usually seek. People became too proud that they're already able to read and write things which others unusually do. When comparing beings, one seek others' upbringings rather than oneself worth.
a deal to set. Whether to continue the worth. or be just...
I remembered that dream. How lucky I am to have my day-dreamed-lady, Salma Hayek on my enticing dream. The dinner table was all gorgeous and she, was the fairiest thing that you shouldn't dare take off your damn eyes from that lovely creature. ahhhh.. how lucky..
And the talking was to her was my wildest desire (oh, thats not it, i think it was holding her hand). i made her show her fairy smile. and she made me melt my eyes. But as all things do. They just have to end. When....
She said, "I hate people who don't concetrate to their work and boastly tell about their dreams." then it was all like flushing you in the toilet bowl with all the *yikes* around and even making myself feel like im one of them, floating and *yikes*... how awful..
Woah. How ironic. im just telling about my dreams... my dream like having her beautiful body in it.
THAT HURTS. she hate people who don't concetrate to their work and boastly tell about their dreams. ouch. i was just planning to sleep more...
And this how I woke up.
note: THIS THING IS FICTIONAL.
i already died by the time i had started all of this... heart paused, mind clugged. Then words slip with the wind's cold whisper...
It is death that trigers Beginnings. Already 17 yrs of my life that passed i had my heart shattered, my bones shaken, my body weaken and my dream... poisoned. It all died with me. Rotten in my genes. Believing still, that air sleeps inside me... letting me be free and move me together with wind. But its not me. its what we are... life.
Here lies my corpse... with toxins of insanity.
sleeping...
