oh, losing control. fingers. hands. movements. i, somehow, forget about how to define the merriment. the entire of myself that withdrew is—the desires. now you know me, encountered me through the darkness, and be my lit. a lantern from the believers and escapers. as long, as underneath, and as chasmal, i consume the growing trees. i consume the light. just to remember, how i was supposed to be. i am not higher than my feet. i stand for myself. i run for myself. none of my part shall be inside the cage anymore. i am not a canary. “you are turning into a cocoon,” is not my idiom anymore. a butterfly who meets its freedom. a truism. a serenity. another hour, another desire, another yearning, and another gesture. a lonesome yet louder soul behind a fraud, tameika selja adjani.

leave the walls aback from ours, for whosoever there, come to meet me and do some handshakes with me, you are welcomed by me. a very welcomed. safe haven, god’s brigades, what if we become closer than the glue would do to us? fret not, the silences are not coming to us. because i can sense the circumstances shall return. i appear at my early twenty-ish of age. 2004’s proudly-liner, and a sagittarian. inxp. with a proper signature, i can vanish from your axis without a trace when i am not in good condition, in other words, maintain a low friendship knees to scratches. nonetheless, in the depth of agony, i will still be a prayer of my long-lasting friendship rope. please stay along with me, countless times. do bury me, if one time in the future, i try to disconnect our linked-crony-bond. an amateur writer shall consider my description box since i do like to write when i am in a promising atmosphere. care to remember that i have a fire on my hands, i do not allow someone who wants to break the good air of my adorenesses, a grammar-police, and the mockers. better to die inward the tome pyres. another footprint, i am still a grounder.