Looking already for the perfect ending for it, awarded with some sort of fading dreams (potentially of the solitary confinement within that negative side of your balance – at least one viable option)…

I do not crave for giving in just yet, time is merciful right now with my shielded perception and it seems to be more relaxed regarding its pace…. Now and then it skips a beat trying to rely on my own sound provisioning for the required sync.

I did become an unfolding governor and my independence is everlasting against a full sea of fair options for humiliation. Always keeping a good faith in empty thoughts and dry gestures, always seeking to accept sweet bits of grace from those unacceptable isles of personal freedom…

I am lost in between revamp and historical justice and I am winning strong… Yes… I might have arrived early to my late recovery.