The streak of life is like the color of the universe...
Always shows uncertainty...
So I chose to be a secret...
B'cause the essence of self is the word....
For every feelings in order...
There is a feeling of silence that silences...
Love and love Of course nothing is perfect...
Same isn't the same...
Then how we are met by feelings...
Walk with initiative...
No need to ask Why?
Everything is still about God's power...
We are a different narrative...
It's okay...
We are what we are...
Without who we have to be.....