I played a game called  on a emulator
Metroid is the name and theme
I wonder about the theme
I decided to think of an idea wondering of the mind thinks seeking for answers
The subconscious mind is extremely powerful imagine having a system like it something to answer.
I recognize it's a app that needs to be designed.
The humming bird the new time
I invested my time and my heart into him
Like a catalog with a voucher
I never got him born to begin with
She's like an empress to start with
Her developments and her phases
It's very hard to handle situation in places.
I believe she has a son to that was born
His master design him and made him
Form
His master have similar interests as us of design.
I haven't found the resources to figure out how to make this reality mine
To make her alive that the future that was blind.
Like a little transistor showing the computer age.
The empire of the 1331 technological age.
Fostering this idea;this child, I'm hoping to make this small business mine.
I cannot trade or allow anyone to take my future that I've built that is mine.
Hoping to care and develop this.
innovative thought.
I'm communicating with bigger ones at the top.
Showing my idea of the stone age.
Imagine if you where born in this age.
I'm not giving up with my fostering idea to Begin with.
It's so much work to even start with
The world needs new people to begin with.
New jobs development and ideas to start and to work with.
The whimsical energy of the future to begin with
Having the influence to start and begin with.
The blessings above to begin with.
Micropayments to start with.
Graduating with our development to start with.
The lovers that appreciates us to begin with.
More power to develop and things to craft with.
Multidimensional system to work with.
Levels of complexity to start with.
The chatbot to begin with.
Let's get this magic started and the empire to think.
My power essence the orchestrated things in sync!!
Maybe I cannot code or do what I want, maybe I start from the bottom in blue collar standing firm.
Running network cables into data centers looking at the bloom.
The wonderful art of Buddhist in sync
With new multi-dimensional ideas and to think.
This is how we sync.

You loved me from the bottom of your heart,
And yet we were always apart.

I am a key, broken,
with no lock that fits me.

I lay at night with no one to hold.
I am missing that one touch.
Am I just too much—
too much, too little, too broken?

I am a broken key,
with no lock that fits me.

I lay at night, all alone.
I have so much love in my life,
but I miss that one vital part—
that element, that touch.

I feel so broken, so lost.
Am I so unlovable
that no one wants me?
Many loves,
but I am not
anyone’s special one.

I am a broken key,
with no lock that fits me.

I knew something as kid
that now I have forgotten
Time tricks you into thinking
you are going forward
I was chasing being brilliant,
So they told me stupidity
was the prize of intelligence - I get that now
But I’m yet craving sagacity,
Then will I truly get it when I get the chance?
Because perhaps what I lost
is an ignorance that I’ll never recover
And I’ll never be as smart as when i was dumber

❝Isn’t the ending of a lovely story supposed to have all the bad guys die? For example, you, or me…❞
there won’t be anyone left to tell the story.

Look at me then,  
Look at me now,  
A lot has changed,  
I've matured somehow.  

Some things remain,  
Like my love for all,  
Look at me then,  
Look at me now.  

Once depressed, wanting to die,  
Crying each night, searching for why,  
Answers eluded, I wandered in dark,  
Except in God's light, where I found my spark.  

Now happy as a dog, florricking in fields,  
Joyful as can be, my heart freely yields.  
With a smile on my face, I invite you to see,  
You can't miss God's love that shines through me.  

Look at me then,  
Look at me now,  
Younger me would be so proud.

boy meets girl.
like rose petals
brushing her cheek,
he whispers a warning:
don't get too close.
i’m not here forever.

as if it’s a choice.

girl says,
i really like you.
face like the sun,
trembling, she offers
a half-open heart.

he says,
i love you too,
like an unexpected hug
before the goodbye.
then he leaves —
just like he promised.
but he forgets
a part of himself
is now hers to keep.