i would claim the storm of the world
climbing the highest point of the cold mountain
stepping the feet into the hell land
drowning into the deep ocean
until the same line of invisible string between us
aiming the best worst scenario
impulsingly rotate and move aiming sorrows of fate
until i exist in the blink of your eyes
elation does not exist
wishing the presense of strategy as that way, you’ll see me, atleast.
shesshy 