Release.

I only fantasize to be an infatuate reflection, one that looks back with a smile and wears a shatterproof exoskeleton. I never plotted to be a pestering magnet, I just sensed a scent of brightening excitement. The surrounding problems never played a role as an issue, I hold an apathetic approach to them, unlike the common walking man I have an entire world of patience. time has been passing by and now it seems as if the movie screen has become blurry and worn out. Could this be sign to a next step or a letter ceasing it all? I can only wait because I am at a negative amount of options. I can make one promise, if this risk is taken it will not leave a feeling of remorse or regret.