• The beauty of glance whispering your smooth grace endowed by fate has took the color of my wandering soul by chance. Haven’t seen the illumination of sun for awhile, I fear to come an inch near you. Because for ship that has flown all over the edges of life knew with scar telling the captain, by all means, to stop here even without seeing what’s next there. The tired eyes of eluding Cyclops had always been forcing to reach the escaping luck of glory given only for those who ate the risk of fire. Indulging by grappled laugh of sighed air coming out from every word wounded endlessly through each gram of consciousness was a trophy of failed battle caused by commemorating past over present. Attempts have drawn for sudden turn of victimized body. Screaming to forgive the lost dagger that continuously entering the leaf of beating time has brought courage through pain of pleasure bestowed by my anxious hand.

    Getting tired of water and ice, over space and time, through notes and codes, I wished to see the face in you. The face that has given him a freedom to bite the tangible twist with cursing betrayal of dawn has a life of its own. But I think you’re not abundant, like touching the core of living star, all acts might not be noticed. For your world has full of grinding stone slipping only the finest pile, I’m only a sand. Yet there are stairs of crest I can climb on but are too brittle for careless weight that shall be given. Blame me will you? I again am captivated with flying fish diving in air, unwilling to stop for breathe but can take my only lavishing dream. If I can’t read the glimpse of heaven as I cared, well here’s the pedestal of honor for you. Singing the rare will of prudent veil and leaping the barriers with stranger’s point of view.