You are sinking, loosing yourself in chaos, thinking. You are thirsting and everything vice-versa in a row. Interminable situations about events that are ideal between them. How many people didn’t walk in the thin line which separates grief and joy- right and wrong.
When you spread your hand and no one is there to hang it, you get disapointed When you hear tales and the dragon is missing, it’s all a fraud When you move my string, the ultimate inertia. No resistance ~Like a magnet ~ And that’s what I hate the most!