dear unknown love, how beautifully the riddle is embroidered around my nib to successfully dissolve in a stream of strokes that are still unknown. I don't know anything about the metric scale where my ink is going to split, but I know that the lens, looking at it, should be on a heart, a red heart, not a black one. I have a personality to introduce myself, I am an immature child on an expedition to that utopian world that looks perfect according to my thoughts and my dreams are caught in my thoughts. Well, leave my tiny world, let me introduce you to our world, the students are looking for beauty here, in spite of the fact that they turn to masterpieces, detail the etus that exist, besides, the weakened moment is still with me like a pinch of salt over my invisible trauma ... I have no chance to regret, because this is the world of people, as well as social animals. I do not know when I will be able to hit this salt on my scar, but I want to tell you a secret that pain has brought me great benefit, Nothing is in vain. I am sad because I cannot change the point of view of people who are in the world of black holes, always negative, always neat to death. but at the moment I am glad that I am happy and happy (as and when I receive appreciation), because I can share with you my thoughts that are useless to you without any defenses. Well, I don't know about every person, but I know that the earth is This is a family, mine are somewhere connected with you by some functions, and this also calms. haha, there is still a lot to convey, but you are a really kind-hearted person who has visited me through each of my incarnations. Covid is back with more destructive skills, please be at home and follow instructions and precautions. I hope for a friendly answer .. Your child.