The bum of the Universe
Hello Steemian
The night is so bright with the luster of dreams
But the sun forcing the soul to regain consciousness is so calm
Dragging back to wander back in the lush forest
Whether or not likes to dislike, the pace of time continues to pierce the steps of limping the soul
Although trapped terlambambab and not once had to fall back in the cubes disappointed
No matter it all
The flow of the fixed period presents the story story grid
No more
We are the wayang in the universal arena
Merontapun percumah
Staircases by episode stair should still be played with or without force
No need to ask why
Because the soul is only the main character who has been in death contract by the universe
Once again
I have to kill myself
And again picked up the shale for the sake of hope that the thorns ripped the skin of conscience
Everything feels judgmental
Must continue to attempt or perish without a name
THANK YOU