NOT ALL PATHS GOT ENDS

Life is not close to what we thinks it is, but at least it's half of our mere imaginations. Don't quote me since this is not what it is but also half of what it is, imaginations.

Have you taken a path down the road only to discover that even thou it leads somewhere, not even a single bird dared drop a seed for a tree to grow and bring the long path to an end. See how fateful it's. We only imagine and the rest works out far much from what we thought would occur.

I left. Am coming back. Now am here. Let's explore each other for the time is ripe. From poetry specs down to narratives build on top of fictitious letters and up the pictorial sky's, let's build a collapsing monument - just in case the system disagrees with us, they'll have nothing to hold us hostage for long.

Too much of the underground, let's shi

ft the energy to much more beneficial paragraphs.

The tiny Murathe is back, with a dead dream on his back but a glowing matchstick on his right left arm. Wish me some luck, am here to stay.