Money on Words


There are money on words..
Where you knock on doors
Stay put all your course
And then take it, all yours

There are money on swords
With its blade full of worth
When you use to your board
The blades become words..

All things it devours…


All things it devours…

Life is somewhat magical. You create things with series of baton to build disappointments and excitements at the same moment you are creating your imaginary happiness. You’re at the middle of nowhere, but somehow you realized you’re really at the edge of something. Something only your heart can explain. Something with joy and sadness. That only the magic of the high unseen can reveal to you the extent of a person you can become. The edge of your personal attainments. That you’re neither happy nor sad, you are in your turning point to become more than a magic of your imaginary world. Reality is at hand and you are willing to cooperate with your element…