There is something quite particular when the world slowly articulates trouble.

As a child trouble followed me as if I were bound with it as a purpose.

When I grew up this place seem is just as same as it were when I was younger. The torn troubled neighborhoods, troubled businesses, and broken homes.

Something too familiar for too long.....

What I am saying is that there has been nothing changed since then.

Though I open myself to more and new. I am afraid of people.

People, kids, family, businesses, society, or even the world are not the same

For the world died a long time ago.

Future faces ar haunted by the grandparents legacy and unassure youth.

And I gave up on the world long time ago.

Maybe it was already written by the preconceive notion.

For each has to complement and correlate in synchronizing of one another as one generation to the next.

The kids faces I see everyday seems bright full of hope and promise. And they do not even know the sun is setting now.
For it was setting in younger days of my youth.
Believing there will be a future of greatness.

A lot of times I do not know how to tell and even to say.

Kids today little do they know are unwanted.

Along with family and marriage values. What to seem to be happening in modern times.

There is little of what is called traditional, there is no more standard, old fashioned values.

People are here but are dead in the inside.

Perversions and Unhealthy competitions.

The world soul is that of a false narrative which constitutes to an unequal ruling of passivity to faults and lacks of wrongdoing, confusionists, and unawareness.

However, it may be or what the actualities of a concierge at point.

It shows nothing that the world too, cries.

As It slowly turns.

It rises and it can fall again.










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