karma

I'm not such an admirer of mine, I'm not connected anymore with the lost soul of mine,

Walking around the lonely sky I'm trying to find out the administration of time through which I can get back to my broken pieces of trustworthiness and unfamiliar territory of the procession where there are so many cursed treasures can be found.

The treasure hunt will be going through with the supervision of unwrapped emotions and feelings, they're all messed up with the eligibility to get the wings to fly higher.

As a creator I must settle down the edges of unspoken, reversed black and blank words to fill out the efficiency and the conscious to make my characters more alive.

I'm not the admirer of time, I don't give values of myself made principal and the nudity of the smiling blank white pages until or unless it will get filled. 

I've been observing since thousands of years that people are correspondingly put their ability into the auto correction synthesis where the entire characteristics is being calculated by the Power of karma.

I am still motivated enough to add more substances in to the virtual reality of showcase where I can make my own kingdom of illustrated time management skills, I've been trying it since I was born.

I'm not sure about what is going on in real world, although I owe it to be the reason of my mistakes, yes, I learnt so much.

It's time to smush down the unnecessary thoughts and keep moving into the dark hole of time.

This is not my universe...

I'm lost in the middle of nowhere.

I'm not the admirer of mine, not anymore