Nothing is more important than the distance of shot.

The shadow or concrete don’t matter,

even it means something is not real.

Fill and turn lose like that,

all about deep of your mind.

You are being the verge of something.

Your timeline in your youth abstract that.

You don’t need to look at the mirror,

even you are always sleepy.

Wake up babe!

You choked, and sweated, also greened.

Now,

You fed up with blue,

faced up to whites.

It would go with crying.

When it doesn’t,

You fall in love with black!