I still cannot manage my repose aptly enough. No games nor days i could find irresistible. How lewd is my understanding on certainty, how dreadful my dream is. Yet, i still want to perceive all of them, the traits of my ever last minute gesture to a stranger; kids, old men or a beggar. All for more, i never really eppreciated those susceptibility, how near to demise meself, to leave my last streak of coffee sips on the lips of a mug.
Perhaps, i am obscenated by an unknown force.