Mike didn't get any answer from yesterday rainy night. Every dance that Nicole shown to Mike in front of his eyes every time he move is like an empty shade. Mike was walking around the town treading along the pedestrian walk seeing live where every body seems made many perception on that. Some people described in a question mark (?), some people described into a dream and past but for Mike Life is enjoying life (tone of jazz).
Time is never time at all You can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth And our lives are forever changed #words
Love was very precious upon of all this humanity, belief, relationship, nature and instead love is nothing. Every body predict bout love and proud of their love it seems like love is become everything, and they are forgetting many thing to catch their love even to sacrifice others. Mike doesn't wanna do that and make everything seem nothing happen is his love life. He keep walking without turn around
Meanwhile above the sky, we're not able to see the limit. But after you close the eyes, you already set the limit of the sky #prose
where did we put a value of sincerity when a meaning has not a meaning it self. We don't need to understand that #prose
Anti gravity between falling down and flying. The only thing that stepped is belief where carried out by time #prose
"Sincerity means true love", Mike says to the wind which hit him in the face and made him realizing something about love it self.
LOVE = LIVE = SINCERITY = FREEDOM = BELIEF = EXISTENCE
He didn't wanna get too far walking so he was sat in the corner of a yard behind of the old building. He was stared at the building. The building was very old as he know because before he was born the building is already exist.
When he was a child, he often to play around inside the garden beside the old building. The building was very beautiful, it showed valor, elegance, beauty and even when worn with age. He remembered beside the building there's a love letter which crafted in a stone.
"Love is not a think or even an action where the heart couldn't walk along,
You're an existence in every flow of blood inside, that was a true love.
If my logic was killed, please stab me with your conscious,
and if my heart was too weak to love, please fill me belief of your existence.
But if I couldn't fixed it both of them then it means I wasn't here anymore"
Mike still holding the blank piece of paper which he thought that this is the beginning of all struggle. In Love where he got, in belief and in his searching for fate. He said to him self "This blank paper is weak but hastremendous power destroyed. In the course of time it is only emotional outlet that not the least we should understood. This paper will be my honest, it's not perfect or perfectly. It's only a starting point".
Today and the next day, will be a great exhaustion and recite many prose that will always blurred. many expectation will will appear and evolve toward the peak of blood and tears. Mike was sure if it not just a lie and hypocrisy apparent. He said
"Only one of all material I'd collected into a thought that it was too deep and what I wrote and I'd imagine is a mental change, raged feeling in the soul of this soul. You will never believe there's my existence and I'm always around without killing you, killing the character personal egoism and self revolution launched a pre-and post-call you are alive...!
A discourse that floats and resentment also regret that chime piecemeal show essence and set a side sharp fangs cruelty and gloom of love feeling. love is become darker when you fight for it, and this is not just about dark but this is all about inside the contemplation and a journey".
Mike walking through the night fall.....
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