IMBECILE

I remembered when I saw someone who can be considered as a happy person. Time just passes as the wind passes in front of you. The thing that you may have done cannot be perpetual with the imbecility of humans. Until now, the projections of things that separate a person’s needs and wants that have been isolated by the lust of impossibility. The burdens that one shall pass on to another with the keenness of not giving a fuck, but to see the insolent behaviors of the needy desperados. My thoughts may have passed lots of imbecility of the numb minds that was ought to be the saints-like prototype. To the hearts of in perpetuity that makes a man thinks he can be anything he wants. I am not talking about nonsense when this might only or can be understood by several lucky fuckers who know of what are the hidden messages behind every word that flowed like a stream of river that connects with the sea that engulf every emotion and become one as the callous being. O My Lord, may you have the mind and heart of the roses that cover their being with thorns by not letting anybody touch the pristine and the pure hearts and feelings of the innocence beings. To whom shall you bow upon one of the minds, never become parallel with the true and genuine intentions of the attention seeker? Know that you will never or shall not be the person to whom anybody might ever think of as the companion of eternity or for you shall rot from today to decades of ceaseless sober fuckers.