What I provide and earnestly prosper every day has been stolen well against my lousy grip. I guess I didn't sustain with as much compulsion and aspiration as I foolishly thought I acquired. But I'm becoming more incoherent as I endure the long journey through this muddled surface amid the heavens and my fate. Stumbling, tripping, falling over my own two feet wasn't my cup of morning tea, wasting days looking about the horizon contemplating the loneliness I bestow upon myself. As time aroused and my patience prospered, I realized more than what meets the eye. Before, my existence was unimportant just like any other, and none of any worth a fight. How ignorant and clueless I was. If time had the ability to take an afternoon nap once in a while, then maybe I would have noticed that I was meant to live this life free of angelic light and a muffled grimace of my ravaging teeth. After all, it's worth the while, and maybe even more than what God claimed it would be. All in all, here's a story for your wretched soul to take part in the beautiful beauty of this world.
Out of breath, a mystical creature far out of anyone's imagination was running... unwilling to turn back toward the face of the past. Out to redeem itself, this mystical yet beautiful creature tripped and slid across frostbitten, cold water. Like a turtle on their back and an elephant's tail too short to reach the ground, this wild phenomenon glided far across the unpleasant, frozen water. All while it was thinking about how much is on its hinders, this creature was struggling to maintain its breathing. In the direction in which it was gliding, the beautiful creature glanced a quick insight on the horizon venturing toward himself. A cynical laughter sparked its interest and then mounted into a hoarse cry for redemption. A beyond thunderous roar echoed among the strange world in which it was monotonously broken down upon, only to have glaciers and glaciers of acidic sediment scatter the transmitted sky. A cry as peaceful and sad as a wolf's howl, that mystical creature substantially bolted its dazed eyes. Quivering, grotesque paws conscientiously concealing his scouring, scarred ears of his own pitiful anguish. This shameful and scared creature, absent-minded at the scene, didn't know how to accumulate the distance from sanity and psychotic. Maybe he was both.
