any trouble finding a way into the laws of an easy going one? impossible. to fulfil the utmost non-passive life, full of opportunities, one must do a plenty and more. and it is your journey that takes you places that were not on your lists. those targets will be defeated by other suggestive reasons, and along the way you will network into awkward reality. this is the point your cocoon learns the subject of; power, and you notice each deal in vanity, then possibly you can only surpass who you was and who you will ever be. we are different every day. and every moment we live, must be with delight in the nature of being a talking animal. red underwear and blue skies, with touches of yellow in everything we believe in, surely, no existence is possible without the sun, and the urge to be yourself regardless of any presentation of morals and ethics. the time ticking reminds us of new ages, then only that length of time matters. the ones that bring in new lines and our genetics kick in more than any other moments we had ever kept secure for self-realisation. 30 is not huge. the worry of dying out of place. fear for not having an insightful life, seeing blotches pass by, and everything turning into soup. walls are the only confessions. really. truly. we must make up. we must compromise. we must sleep in a warm spot. and our bed must portray who we are. just like a lions den. the face we wake up to, the face(s) we carry. the expressions that are handheld. custom made expressions.