Persistent Forgotten: A dream Reality

Persistent Forgotten: A dream Reality

Good things come to beings, if people eat, they never can rest in peace.

When you found beauty itself, in this world, just remember, don’t forget you’ve been fighting for it. So let it coming, or hug it, never let it go, cry for her. So this is the prose novel.

What, a beautiful lady lost is just a mere kiss, but when the knight waving his sword, everybody wants a victory. Isn’t it just a simple bow, leaning of politeness, to a simple holding of the side to stand for people, as faith, is hard?

But, if you will experience the history like it flowing in front of your eyes to let you know.

When the final second came, Misa never could make it, so she let go of her scratching claws of hands, to grab the flow so to stop the bleeding taken her life, but however, so. All the statues standing there watching. When the society left is only things are like you worshiped a god, but let go of an angel of being, live history. Who needs a live god to save people’s death? (faith)

When she finally could give up her things, the bell rings for Viona, and she knew she never is failed, but to have victory in hands. People late found her corpse of death, and grief about her passing without giving a word, by giving a rising of hope in their hearts, they find the courage to face the reality in a new way, to abandon the old to let coming the new warriors. Who gives you life when nobody is here?(locality)

It is said, the dream will change where you stand, and the more is, the power of supernatural will alter everything you root. But who knows it is from knowledge, and from organization? For this century, it is like these, for you don’t know for the past centuries, girls serve for the same good things, for trade of their blood of wisdom, and the body of health bless. It might think doubtful or earth corny for audiences and listeners to hear to smell, not like a pan and a cook for food, but at least, its value is never weaker than a dose of pleasure to wake up all the plates lovers. Cooler? But can you guess a power of an un-appearing? Like before, who made your world running, beautifully with preparation, just a sip or a touch, turning earth to gold, making omelet to like … maize taste, a bit change, but to treat you guys, I have no trick but all. However, for how many things to watch this magic? I think it is enough to say, 100 to its double quotients. Like a girl who served for the whole world, and now she is belonging to half of the countries to divide into parents side and boss side, I really don’t know, what if it is effective like an omelet to make your corn to explode like the first kiss of a pet? A making soul, sometimes is too sad if it is unimaginable to as being part of the class. So which classes are you in?

And here is the story, like a choice, maybe it is the one for the good, however it’s right to give, for the force of confidence coming with her, she was achieved that, by it is self not giving a pardon to her, but to have end an opposition of determination is awaiting.

When the girl is dying, she is neither a tall nor a thin thing, or to a fat impression or a short one. But for people to look in to this body with blood, they will blend all kinds of emotions and feelings. They are mourning for how do you know it, they finish the girl of reason that how many real turning back will take over the mourning death punisher? Only that moment, people letting go of want, and keep with grieves to rise in their hearts of silence, however, but? Yes and none of them could tell what’s real, a reality happens in the presence of her soul, a fact that she gives a cause, no trace of honesty, no trace of achievements. Isn’t it like everything we experience every day, any minute? Can guess is the ability to make things clearer, other people don’t have the eyes to see what’s gives life of a true history.

When the knight saw, girls coming in herds, for people, he might could really believe this reality, like this, to have make him already can lose his temper of being a knight, the dignity of honor, He thinks and begin to wandering about. However one day, still after he drank a sip of wine, everything emerges to his heart. Thus later he knew, though the knight is serious for the big crown, however, the beast, facing us the enemies of them, darks side, thought not from a mirror any more or from curse to turning people into obedient, but into our side, by, not from the born, but directly from eating. So the knight found it is risky to people who are enemies in us, so it is dangerous to judge, from the appearance, that no one saw these beasts before, or else you come to a clue to borrow the light of moon for the written, marks from reds. So league with them, the knight was the right one try into this inn to find. A guy is touting batches of leathers, when the knight angrily grabbed one cloth, and smelt at it, while giving an angry look to the shouting tout vender, anything could stop but except he stared at the knight with two ranks of smiling teeth written, AORTE, meaning, in each of us, we go eat and dump… until the day of tomorrow, but the knight knows everything. Because the fissures of the teeth never expose when they smile, meaning a cold secret hidden under lips of flatter, will have a sealed fact nobody will find however could pass the policemen because of the following of the fact of teeth. It is a China tea teeth, not a British tea clean. When the former will give a obvious yellow when having lightly a bit British teas, but if you go for the worth tea, it is not going to be tea any more, it will go like teech, so, this AORTE is representing, the C is replaced, and T is here, initially, and the C has been replaced by t, for making into the teeth, while it is actually a teech, a new type of teech that nobody could survive the interrogation if we had one, when asking, how to pronounce the word, teeth, from a righteous asker. Obviously, this guy is a prisoner, but he is not survived, but to have been made loosed. If we still have righteous judge, this person will can not speak of teech also, because the teech and teeth are doubled, if the light still shining for the wolf to coming into being, he will eat you by giving your lungs to make a hell entrance open, so only people chew these no-where tea that they can have the power to avoid not being captured by the old folklore. Thinking this, the knight go asking, guy, where go? From north to Never? Where? Gone missing of what? He answered perfectly, thus the knights knew everything. The people has replaced E with A with another word teach now, to give a wrong misunderstanding to people now like a witch crafts, it makes people hardly can tell between a teacher and a teash, …… the night past, knights could fell to sleeps, he pondering about today again, and he just couldn’t figuring out what AORTE is so shockingly impressive to his eyes of these sequences of events. By let smart people die, by letting people purchase teas, by giving people interrogation not can pronounce teeth for evidence of evil groups, or to give people ideas that the teachers and teash are actually working to make teach a enchanted soul to let dream lose in running? They like to fetch people, for replace them by giving prison for dyeing their food.

With the truth boards, everybody stepped back to grieve, they found out they didn’t come for celebrate but to come to cry. A reversible regrettable, that the fact of his lady’s death is certain making him carved into a tomb. When they coming days come, a face of the truth coming into appearing, why and why not? What stops the solvation? Everything left is sobering sobbing, from a soul that clear in understanding this is a heavy lost. Face of dawn, the knight slides down the lawn to make a rest form peace, with him, a look of a girl washing and smiling making a sound. Truth has told him it is never like the things to wave a sword to cut somebody’s head for single victory, but should pay with efforts and patient waiting, however, the thing is she never tell him a secret to give it for a contact. Love is so real, and never is one to make you be happy through its process, so she wants to let people know, and wants to give words to the people who never knew it. For someone kept this secrets, he must watchful to solve this along as well. When he sliding down another slope, the hill girl is going to cease the day’s work, finding the knight, she missed like that nobody has found her before, being there, looking surprise, he walked closer to give she a pondering tone to quest about where he is from, like when his father’s race where, and finally, the girl said, even the glimpse of light allows me to stay for a day. Still, the man couldn’t help but open to reply, yes, lady, this is not one that muster. Muster? The girl laughed, suddenly, a realization comes to him, if a girl wants to say goodbye to him it is like as strange as he were to speak for the love of both. This is so worse, a misunderstanding, and our eyes to contact our lungs to breathe the same air, and the branch to make river flow is gone, it is like a girl let her skirt fly but nobody has seemed under that the sock is bleeding. They are going for the bigger one, and they has made this reality a flying thing as heaven wire. Am I drinking chalks every day? Am I looking for the final sacrifice in the world beginning now? He is like lost in temper, a real one, ever because of women, but because of other ones. To say something like us, to say someone like closer friends. We never knew, it is possibly she will go for something new, and I will go for lonely for a long lifetime till the ends, because, not even the wait can recover from a true lost. So the knight decides to spend his life, there, for ploughing the ground, and waiting the girls saying good days for him. Let everything back to peace, please. No, it needs us, without her, we don’t have a call, like a hunch, so he come to alive again for nothing real and he knew this time smart is the reason why the evil comes to use people like this. They call it “an alive”, alive is a being nowhere expect to be here. After this, the knight became Mike, and he goes to the final series of soul make, for people to fit into the role of a lost kid’s future husband, in there, he found a missing in life meaning the miss itself is part of life. However, later till the knight find the undead soul.

When everything changes, the knight ploughing the ground for a long time, and the stars begin to shift in groups, time comes for today, back into dream, and it’s like has been predicted, the whole world begin to change, everything turns into order, the ground began to sing, animals back to lives, with just the spring, still hesitate to breed its fruits, thrushes open for real rain, and all the old-s come to clash, because of floods. People find their hopes and they keep living for reality to sing for the crown, and the story they’ve been told has been buried – a silent story has kept him waiting, is what united them together, is very the thing called love and transferring. People no longer cherish marriage as a sweat house but they go working like the whole world is going to welcome a king. They come to welcome their loves, and dear them with things they fantasized about, that is what they work for. Now they gave the world a new look of being gradually joining into a club called for the history, to celebrate the triumph of scientific discovery of wire intelligence, establishing a new one, to sing for the universe’s contribution and his generosity to blessing a time like this. They never regret to watch it. Later is, the knight got the cosmos message to smell the flowers every day, and keep reading newspapers to spend for the wondering curiosity for his old ages to have happiness with people in fancy. Change itself gives nothing but the only bless of stars’ language, and the miracle turning power of nature a time to replace humans or lovers, their keep of persistence, and the power to dominant, a war, a evil fact, to defeat, to subdue the ones, they haven’t learned the shape of real, but could sense the vile of will. Everything by watched from the sky, a new coming born ones joining to this party, by giving a name of Gana, and he is the one who is going to make the world a peaceful place. The knight watching the sky, diving into dream, and he thinks himself a girl, a girl in boy, and he just keep crying fetching for something, but later he woke up with thrilling that he kept in this dream, he died, but he left nothing.

Someone wakes up from a dream, someone given a new life. Someone walks into a room, finish one, and someone get rid of the circuit to roll like a dice, for people’s public fakeness is like a company of fame, and girls who is suddenly slept into death, and those who danced till them forgot finally got these. Maybe this is a time of all coming from God, a gene said, let people have me. So it has a time name, everybody calls this from stories, from paper theatrics, and today we wrote them in the paper, and running tongue for mention it, like it is a flying angel, but nobody gives a certain name to end it. So for the people, those who knew never hate, will can still tell stories to show, get welcomed, and there are organizations recruits them, as audiences for their lifelong rover. But for who is tending to find the truth later, is judged illusive delude for cause of temptation from lost angel. But dream is still divine, they being used to say the people are tempted by the god of Losifer, and the temptation from recurrence of needing in lust of a Bipper.

So, when the sweet love is still eternality, everything in hands are songs in our hearts. What are they? Beauty and power. Perhaps, people’s dictionary has made for something to end, and every just come back again, like the time when you shout out for the truth, it left you like a rolling unrecognizable, but for a snow ball, it is just too small to stomp on you. But for a biggest one, lost in shape, running just hiding in the words of lines, how could it survive if not because we ever effortful for making the world wonderful by fight the buildings, and fight the movies? We don’t now, but it seems a hide coming into being again, if we look at the hide, it is not a shape, but it gives building death, it makes people crying, and it divides into two pattern, one is his name, and the other, is it’s concrete fact of black hole effects.

So when the knight came into Anna’s presence, crouched under her soul heaven of god, he respects a bowl of wine to give his words, but with him, some hollow of not there, companionship. So he just told Anna everything he thought, the miss he ever wanted to mail to the postman, but everything is so black when no raven to eat stone to help him see the death stone will move because of perseverance. So he lets it go away by winds, those elves with songs just flowing to the cold Sybira boundary to give a beller some food for the guard ward to receive note that don’t let the prisoners coming to walking horizontally on streets again, for vanity, it is ever more. because with those, the knight could have finished his stories of being the messengers to save the things. But not for the dirty thing, but it is a real thing can happen. For the world like this, people’s normality will be disturbed by both victory and the repeating grief of a lost one. Nobody will dream to give life to a famed one but now they can, nobody has thought about to die for someone, but now they want to. A dear one has already not important to listen to their whispers, never lied, to your sweet eyes. Watching for good nights, but never pee on your pillows. So the schizophrenic moment of diving the reality into conflicts, and the hope of hanging the truth banner to help you sleep in the night with joys and children chimes, just go, never look back, stay, don’t hesitate, come for a taste of wine again, my soldier, only this time in your dream, I gave you one you’ve expected. The soldier sleeps in a dream.

But, when the knight couldn’t find the girl in another country, she was sick as in the edge of burning boiler, she curved her body in the pillow area and waiting the penalty to save her life for a new coming of force, but once again, she’s been enchanted with the sound of something out there, a window, shaking, to tell a coming of some festival celebration of a girl’s born, she knew everything. But later she thought, not to give life is to wait to death, for nobody ever wanted to give you his life for no reason to survive. So she wrote to the god, for knocking the door open, while giving her final look of expectation a breath of let low. A glimpse of reliefs of others coming, knowing in singing of nature, somebody expects good things come, but the time didn’t run for her once again this time, so she wrote something like it never comes to her this before, my life trades for the good of people. And after that, the mail sent, once the god received the letter, he will know the time, a final trust arises, she letting her eyes wet in peace, and sobbing for her life time of a given context about losing life for like this again, one is when she is let to fight for virginity, one is for this to give no one but who is after the God. She thought the knight is coming fight for her, and this is real, it is just, the story is too short to tell, what’s in fact, this girl never expecting him to come to fight for her, but she has wished, like the man has a wonderful life, because like her, it hasn’t been such things before, and there is someone told her, there is someone, but there is something she never knew, that is whether the knight is real for him? For this link of eyes, the girls turned to a fairy tale, and she suddenly realized, actuality, the thing never could give a go if not because of my wishes. But she knew, it is just the reality is so heavy, that the knight is so special, like disappearing in shape, and weight to crash everyone’s soul to nothing!

So a disappearing death, and a wish for all good but lost its power, sometimes, happens. But.

It starts again, biases and guesses companied, whether he or she in replacement. But never changing is the time and the god never really want to work for people however just will work, maybe for the forever, and for the revivals.

It's all starting again, and it's all there is to tell.

Nothing coming into the hollow center again, when you row the two wings, love or dominance, they coming into being wings double time, so weaks become the strength of giving weapon to under the oath of loyal kinds’ wealth and promise of ancients. All people carries stories and insides to the new land of wanders, because of the finding of the disease of a world, some people go to look for possibilities, and it combines the force of nothing lost expecting us however there is temporary to make us slow down in motion, so we must go out to check for production, whether they are good, so it turns out to be the exploration links with the censor system because, once they have the money, they will have the future control of people from giving us things. So those people in there, they are responsible for supply for money room, and to work under the rule of our production regulation. So behind, the evil and deadly are figuring, once they come into hands, we are going to make them cans.

A virginity is important to people only when she is thinking it seriously for the importance of her body as a un-deprived part of Foth, foth is after the little mermaid falling into dream, she found herself in a reality the feet with her and only all because of this identity she later become the slave of the story. So foth in here, is just for the thing that mermaid is not with an identity in anything but in this text of presence of its transcendental possible of, truth beauty. So for the sense of the truth beauty, those people are going to have a completion of will thus she will feel the truth has been guarded, but the issues are they found the truth beauty has been violated by something, and it walks futures.

Because of deprivation of the something, something will hold it up. And this logic has decided so many people’s heart, but now we know, the departure, or two beings, are not to involve other ones to fall into the evil paws to be fetched in the future about her, for because reasons why humans go fix the problems. Only to others, this is a trap, so they never go like they knew things, or they never quite can figure out how to get rid of but to stop looking for the cause. But for those, if it is from a question, we could never know that sometimes, two people can make differences only when they don’t count on the imperfections of other people’s lives and their stories, but focus on what they can do or they want to achieve, because, the things making us into trouble is not the reasons why we are great, and we think it is never a doubt to save a person or to a thing, that if a god never left, he would have told us the way to that girl and with the blessing of boy, the company will made for angels to cry for, like to even make up one pair of love, to do what then? If God is there, so what’s the best for marriage? Whatever real, whatever lost, we are being together, not until any day, but until the days we can’t. A doubt begins, a sad end as wish to start to begin another road. So it is possible, the reason to let us trap has another excuse for making us bind for wrong ways. So after troubles, the lady past, the knight, miss. However, the mirror told everyone a lesson, good things come for because we are more than one possibility to be made. Though origin the same, but looking at us, is our own eyes to find what’s there to become the former reason of ours, during the slippery of time spans, we endure a time of another direction to spend into revolution, and we are heading another direction, though sometimes, all reason, it is like the same being planned, or schemed.

So that is to say to people, don’t whine, the future and fate haven’t been decided, and the people who lead us and give us a ride should be some people that we are familiar with, we love each other, we cherish stones, and we love to have animals, for us, we don’t want food to give for its sake, we want to make taste to like the romance and our love itself sometimes not here but in the heaven. Like the rain to tell us stories, as the train to carry our memories, even we don’t have nothing worse, we still want to give everything fine. This is a bear race, an elephant shower, a bathing night light, and a burning bar of room, it involved us with time and devotion, so never let it go, love is persistent one with fastest tranquility.

When she speaks the death, she never say it is a story, because with experiences, she told everyone this is real, it all is about being, there has to be, lost in many things, and shines, the lights coming and go… to welcome it with embracing it true heart of being, giving confidence to it, and letting it grow to fly with soberness to give no room for hesitate about where we missed our babies for, without wondering anything hindering back the cause to help you grow to reality for you could have been dragged to a moor for steps not-certain. People follows her, everywhere by listening to this authentic story, the alived while pondering about cheers of her cheeks know that the God must treat her really well, even don’t plan for a party, quietness makes her shrewd to move in human world, weaker sound to let her sense nuisances, to serve with care, but for no one obscene by acting with low head, making her strong enough to have private room to meditate, to train her soul by giving a heavy introvert readings to tackle the huge materials, and so thus she is deaf for ugliness itself, for evil its soul she is ignorant, for protection so well, that even the spiritual soul couldn’t find the secret is she didn’t make anything like being done by something else, and she is innate, a self, a wonder telling, a great dreaming.

So for someone has fervent soul to give her, a thread of roses little buds, and a line of fake yellow wild orchid, those two things belonged to the wood and the sea, to show actually someone, is like a prince, but someone may not have been in this story, however, he is as real as the ones working on the fields to have helped the same spirits of a past ladies, for a good companion for the new age fashion of what a splendid well-being of centurality. The centurality would can lost in his hands of hug, and this is just a un-end story never ends, so nobody asking for the last series of what’s decided, but they found, only is it that persons are good at guess what’s right and what is for betterment a thing named OLAE, the missing Ho in the front is to memorize the losing both, and their bonds, also, can lost. Meaning, she will never agree when the lost of the name, but when her name is lost, she will never come to have an agreement with you, for double not negative, it means to “Confidence gives”.

He loves a dream, she never lost in fountain. Aren’t the lives coming it for something? He’s wished in a dream, she’s been told as a line, after everything can happen, isn’t something couldn’t end? could you have the thing to turn over everything? Could you come to grasp me into being? coming to today, still a miss to tell, always a wonder to solve, but is it on? The camera running, and I lost in temper, knowing gives it a clap, and things come to alive as usually past times to try to give a bye. We waved you goodbye, because of sympathy that gives to anyone, but because of chime lights, we should just give it the time to moan for someone who is working like dancer, for the harshness of both double time and choices to make, we could just do one thing one time, that is to give time to the thing, to make things with time. That makes us a magical one, and an unbreakable one.

To end, for a reason, the cause to give something, with future.

Post Written: Good Beauty

Death is a kind of abandonment, and it is not the truth, you are not going to abandon it for reality.

Survival is a kind of efforts, it is the efforts never fails you, but it is a reason why you keep you going for an un-give-up.

At the last step, she didn’t make things happen like planned, walk with her, are all the dead statues have been worshiped, and with these companies, she ends her journey, and witnessed a vision that will definitely called drag you to hell.

Another story of man, he has growing up in a plantation, with father of horse raise, with a sister of five, he left the home to asking for a schooling in church, but later when he was thirty years old, he never come back, and he asking people to give him a ride, and I heard it so I send him to the tomb, while he is never admit he is the lover of that girl, dead.

So for the girls of the world.

Once you decided to marry a man, don’t think of him as an inevitable, but precious like inevitability of fortune, so once you’ve decided, you will give it up because you don’t like it. If you would love it for half of the time, you might give it a saying called it “doll part”, other part is not important, since you don’t like it. Thus later, after everything you can think of, talking about the part surpasses the bigger half, and you find truth even later with smaller piece, then think of the stability of marriage, and think of common good, in both, you can keep a marriage after 40 or 50.

A whisper will tell you everything whether you are welcomed or not, so the common talks will give you sign about where you head. So let go louder speakers, and lost your grasp of teddy purse.

I was been told of beautiful and happy, when I was happy, I am beauty, when I am beauty, people welcome me, because I carry fortune, they look at me with welcome, and after I give, they knew I am it. So it is a wonder why it has been so elated, and why it kept moving, and I have a bad jeans, only thing is my nail tells me don’t ignore him, so to keep going. Just saying, I lost, the world’s gone.

So for the night comes, I just wish you know it, and try to give me some impression of happiness to make the world a better place.