Malinias

It was often a dream…

As one said before, as to living a life, cast abound to humanity… large in number how do i stand… about of the complex mess… that most would heed, further to lie dead within the withering dust spects of worlds in an expansion of a light beam… light, and darkness, under or over a moon, whose dust is bleek white, withered, and old. Shush… do you here it, the soil, the plants the trees… they beckon your skin, your oils and your blood… is life really that frail?

the story
The world is a cruel harsh place and none should heed, little more tell of themselves. Though as it started i should say… was a simple idea, book, game, video, movie...as if my life wrapped around the haul of the internet it started as an inspiring heed, that tempt me not say lead me to great feets. I promise, and i swear that my thoughts, dreams, and realistic fantasies come moraly true, in the sight of a young boy who thrives upon the mud… dividing the mud, brings me to the internet, a long cold corridor awaits and i have yet to introduce myself to  the light ahead! My goals set high feets and amense work, pain and struggle as i hope the best for ongoing masterpieces it still holds me… brings me down, and pinns me. The pains of life grow ever more harder, and ever more stronger, as the scars release the pains done unto me. What can i say...work is what keeps a man thriving, breathing and healthy… it is only a matter of time to make people notice, your work and pride in this world. Mere thoughts memories give me ideas, and ideas give strength and in return it will get me to an astounding success, and i still beckon, i still heed success, ‘yes yes yes’ i say to success, and pain lingers, as i start. They ache as i get older, but i am not there yet, i have the years to go… so little time will i spend in this world, ridden of hope and a time to get noticed abound of the world.

R.B.Vangemert