Fleeting

I have no control over the passing of time my mind races like a million suns and I cannot control but one, since that is fact I find my peace in none.

My sentences are based on sentences stories based on story tall buildings constructed to separate our differences  ring ring for the room service on this imprisonment at long last.

Finally got the vending machine with the long lash but entertains with past traumas rather than long laughs, there's a time difference. SOL to your ASL cause obviously we sign different.

I lead with past pain and persecution to walk through the fire to heal the burns after I finish going through it. I've seen endings at beginnings so thank God I know the shooter but it's all business as usual. However is this business you're used to??