The Beauty just where I feel And Am Alone practice in the middle of a storm

Just when things couldnt get any better they still does trim the joy the practice the experience the love I entirely rebuilding in me She still pounches with words like idles screams No practice No amount of love will save such soul No help nothing at all like a child in the kindergarten coexisting with the so called adult souls became the rollercoaster the boring one the painful massive grom. It is a probably miracle that I was even born And still can walk in here while souls from the hell they dont give me a day nor a sleep The only way and life is where the practice start they sabotage me even when being sick with pains I still need to keep on healing these brutal monsters Life is a such a beauty but You can only enjoy it once you disconnect from the monsters slams nowhere such place does really exist, you are going out and even if you made your way people do suffer and not always you can truly do help feeling the pain you go on

and how many will put you idles just to make you feel not even yet born

the cruelty has no end and this world is reaching itself to an end

there is almost no life in the life

love became a business plan

nobody does trust

feelings emotions are in the price of being for a moment maybe alive

when you just turn healthy for an hour or two someone does trigger your senses another is just throwing you out of the red and the blue

you become the ninja not even by choice

you have no life beside the walk and talk strangers are always in need

you feel so good and happy for all these crazy limitations of life that are making out a beautiful space a practice of a paradise

through pain and suffering in the most ugly physical form you cant even rest left in the country of tyranousars without real human help

saving these monstros from their own chains and cage you are searching for just one soul to be the human in the heart and someone who is just the same greatly brave aware and alive