In the world of slavery

In the middle of the desert waiting to build illusions of hopes on moving sand …mix feelings between excitement and fear… i know it might hurt, emotionally… Standing in the eye of the storm looking for the time to discover new horizons new world pushing limits outside the box, going freely on my feet to the world of slavery.. Helplessly trying to get away from my thoughts that you already dominated by your fantasies…. bounded on an illusion in the dark waiting the execution. Patiently i need the time to come but what am I waiting exactly?

We say rules are made to be broken… your few rules till now were respected but one rule I don t promise that I will respect some things are not easy to be controlled… I am not skilled as you.. You controlled my thoughts, my pain and you made me push the fear…

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