I climb the dream dumpage Which a person threw away. A foot shakes, I was going to give it up. Still I brace and stand me up.
Which always losing your way. You continue to drawing nonfiction. Because life is impossible to replace. All originates in your vision.
Sharpen the body, I spare the time. Quiet a heart, I wait for destiny.
Only an action gives a result, and cut your way.
Days of a tangle, we will fall. When you are at a loss, when you want to die. But your story is not an outline. It's free. But only one question' Are your ready to make the story reality?