I can't explain what
I'm doing things
That is suppose to don't do.
It's suck on my mind that keeps me in control
not glad not overwhelm not denim on what I'm doing
It's not my passion
I want something that relate to me relate on what I want.
I want to enjoy to the fullest
to be safe not be shaken not disturb and frustrated.
Be mature to decide on my own.
I'm not sure what would it be
If I am not enjoying what I am doing.
I feel that I'm dying to the wounds on the situation I encountering
make my complete and no worries in the time of trouble, concerns, and
disaster to the specific task and to the particular peculiar.
Mi amor res cen te mo res curicor dor.
Amores decentivas por qué sen ti vesa.
In the event that I can handle it nicely I will come and go directly meet you.
I can further undo my rights and transits with each and every one of disaster and justify of the method and motion like a scientists that experimenting with one of a specialty.
I can help it to watch and be mindful of everything around me.
I am tired I have a reason to be tired I have a reason to be tired of something that it always in a routine my mind said I want to rest my heart said I want a freedom.
Freedom to sleep, not to work and freedom to be happy in every way.
In every step of the way but not everyday not every time.
I am just a person who wants to rest for the meantime.
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