◦ The dream of mine that is forever dreaming, which last further into a tapestry of how exactly we are supposed to exist, but loudly refuse… Loudly, I can experience a created, an excellent

◦ A supposed accident surprise, a cross between the differences of a completely unexpected want which you believe…

I am not be a believer of most things. But I believe that what I die from is true forgiveness of myself, and want to see me outside the things which brought us here, and continue to dictate our lives… Like I will die… So while I live…