To surpass individual nonsense, and think offa life. Amongst last mentions this year. No need for essay's exaggeration, however still trying until st. good happens. Eventually.

Time is a tragedy on itself. No time and little time. Hopes n' duties. And the first person. The only person to remain alive. And recreate experiences. No love is love, a feeling unknown. That much more creates another existence, and finitude is a warranty. As cycles change and would ever.