My head is blank.
I can't.
As morning breeze came caressing my cheek. I know this will be an enthusiatic and vibrant day without romance. Alone, peaceful and drifting through every corner of the world is what a single man can ever dream of. Lip sing, dancing, is just how beautiful is my the world I am living, but it is not where I am in.
How can I stand alone here dreaming when all parts of the world is suffering? How can just pictures potray the beauty and agony of this world? This world might as well be naked. And you will half the core is black and another bright. That is just a big contrast of humanity in this world. Everyone is too unique.... I don't feel like writing anymore.
Gauge it out. Just end up with a tired and painful spirit. What else?
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