Holding the key to solve your problems can be a self defeating practice wandering lost at the beginning- your on a path that, its unseen destination, seems out of reach- two steps ahead of you lies the final quest the beckoning of the journey’s path is whispering in your subconscious.

dividing my patience

-with blind eyes and deaf ears my only insurance is love, and my patience is considerable,

-only to better myself to the expectaions of others.

-im losing my momentum and i found my trump card,

-it’s like a blind man looking for black cat in a dark room,