The life out there is too crowded, everyone is hustling, crowded, hurried to live, as if it only takes a beat to slow down and lose the opportunity to compete with people. Just like that, people rushed into haste, hurriedly lived, hurriedly forgot, hurriedly, hurriedly remembered, hurriedly met each other and then hurriedly fell in love …
I, like them, blend into their rhythm. Hurry up, get into misconceptions. Enlightenment, the illusion. I do not remember how many lives I have passed, nor do I know how many people I have sent love to, just know, after every break, I realize I have just delusion.
Illusions about life as fairy, illusions about your position.
Until now, when I was tired and tired after the hardships of writing words, difficult to call names, looking back, I knew, there was no prince riding white horse, only my father was a mistress. more awesome than all. Every man comes to me with a smile, but Dad comes to me with eyes. A man who wants to be with his children is also with promises, but he is always with me with the miseries of life. A man who flirts with a child is also a part of material, but his father is ready to give the eldest son to his life. Every man who needs a child is present, but he always appears when he needs it. The man who wants to get acquainted also loves his child very much, but his father only needs to feel for himself. The man who comes to me also needs to respond, but his father always gives the child without any loss.