Facing one side of the world expires the vision of the perception to feel the other side of the universe. It’s a different sensation of belonging and representing the identity reoccurring in a phase of a moon. Not being able to share the experience is feeling the loss of the memory, or the repetition of the moment of inexistence.

The formula of imagination is outrageous in knowing what you don’t want to know. It's the reincarnation of the star into existence with the light of the past. In knowing, she was delighted to welcome her smile and the sun to flush into her veins with the daisies blossoming through her window of happiness.

The extinguishment into the master plan of existence is much more capable of doing disasters then to set the flow of life in its place. And the texture of the elements you encounter into the defined technology of disasters is what makes one’s desires to reappear.

The stars have written amongst its atlantic oceans, speaking the truth of its disappointments. Others can’t allow you to have more options when you’ve only been given one chance. Nonetheless, they don’t tell you what’s not to be seen. They supply the perfect unquestioning lies and intentions of disobedience.

The fire raging, breaking the storms, reinventing the rain. The caution upon the horizon it neglected to refer to the balance of integrity. The negligence is the sour doubt of the issue betrayed in your own desires. Never end the lies within the outcomes of both birthstones to gravestones.

The acknowledgement of everything hurts is the fine development of growth and rebirth of your displacement in time provided by the pain. The curtains disallowing the systems to uphold the criteria of discomfort yet allows the lies and to withhold the circumstances of better to kill an innocent by mistake than spare an enemy by choice.

The umbrella designed to carry the innocence of one’s childhood was to be destroyed as the hungry maniacs have entered and had closed the gates to eternal damnation. Allowing to disturb the condemnation for those crying wolves only makes it dissatisfaction.

Hiding the real perversion behind healthy fetishes is real yet also evil. To receive the disappointment of the classical advantages and white men privileges is a real thing for the world to truly understand and care for its limits, really.