Jetpack

Lack of energy, tons of ambition.

When he said he loved the rain he know that he’d betrayed again.

Blinding humanity of its senses,

magic of the rain marries the ups and down of a man kind shell,

letting them drowning by its hopes which always higher than a tower,

dressed by its wants and self.

We happily letting ourself full filled by the projection of things that we always wander and wander, 

where is the truth am I a train or am I a human-hearted train?

I almost forgot how human am i as I running and running and going through every places,

through every discourses I had with every head wherever I stopped for a while,

meanwhile, I never stopped for a “while”. 

Building the positivity by letting the tires and sore become its alert for me to sit and enjoy the rain, putting yourself in a cage made by your own self for a health purpose actually harder than letting yourself getting lost in the heavy storm and get the fun of it,

thanks for the hurricane that I promised to met last week, learned a lot from it

Settle up the jetpack for another multi-dimension journey would be the best for now,

take your time my body, take your time.