The sky falls upon our heads,
cleaving, thrashing.

The sky falls upon or heads,
Said he.

I cannot but confirm how reality was,
is.

Cleaving, trashing.

wrath some say, destiny call others,
Positiveness wish I to see, not morally, but realistically.

And time goes, and time comes,
Heads bust, hearts sweave,
But my feet keep going on…
With positiveness,
Doubt,
But hope.

There and back again, FAQ require not so FFA. According to a friend, those answers just come… Once you ask the right questions…

Love,
Javier

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