How much sacrifice for the something? Maybe I should believe in karma and many would be an irony, however I have enough costumes to camouflage any kind of argument for my environment-curious. Deliver in a box to open shines and leaves me with no light for the rest of my days, I no longer own, has no value devolution, I was in the dark to get that candle just that has no basis, inflamed me I left a mark melts in my hand, do not lose your balance and I stay out to not turn off that which is worth more to him I quit. I had not previously released into the void and now I live in an eternal fall, do not cause me grief, I have no debts to pay, I was just to earn what I want, much of what they touch my hands is not an award or a prize. However, I have doubts still, I lack answers to achieve and may need light to read the inscriptions are carved on the walls of this world where I go down significantly.
I began to stitch together my costume, a tailor whose touch is so efficient that a single thread by feeling for a moment as if it is known for his creation of dreams, where you can wear his own clothing evaded nothing more than their thimbles and needles which left many scars for wanting to be self-knowing in workshop. A button that intertwines opposite sides and create elegance in such a man whose ideal is not on a catwalk show in the streets noble or illustrious, but in the spring that gives shade to those who need it, for those who refuse to be glimpsed by all these droplets accumulated under it, however it can be washed with every particle of the liquid world while the idea that small volume is honorable, humble, without criticism or vilification that lead to a complete plan sarcasm is lost on the horizon.
These lines can be potentially negative for those who know me. Keep walking ...
Thanks for reading you here in this world of paraphernalia.
