Everything is not perfect.
But titles are alined.
In a way unimaginable.
Nothing is perfect in a world that fights.
We scream in a cave and it echoes.
All titles are alined.
In an unimaginable way.
But it's possible.
Everything is possible but only in unimaginable measures.
Everything is here and we just don't know it yet.
Will we ever solve such a mystery?
A mystery in unimaginable ways?
We shall wait and see.
Dec 25, 2010
Dec 25, 2010 at 11:39 AM UTC
Everything is not perfect.
But titles are alined.
In a way unimaginable.
Nothing is perfect in a world that fights.
We scream in a cave and it echoes.
All titles are alined.
In an unimaginable way.
But it's possible.
Everything is possible but only in unimaginable measures.
Everything is here and we just don't know it yet.
Will we ever solve such a mystery?
A mystery in unimaginable ways?
We shall wait and see.
I hope this isn't depressing. I asked my mom if she's ever gotten on and seen what I've written and exact her words were:
"Yeah, but I think you've got some serious depression issues."
I'm sorry. If they are I promise I do not intend to make them like that but it's not my mind writing it's my heart and soul.
