The Lonely Wolf's
WHAT A SHITTY MORNING
The rotation of time like a fireball around the earth, cannot be stopped. Fate flowed like water, spread out in all directions like air, then evaporated.
Ideas like being free to roam overhead. Creating an example for the sake of. Make your own speculations from every angle uncompromising events with your brain and heart.
Queen stood long enough in front of the class. Staring at his students learn by orderly following the subjects. Unlike usual, these kids are so submissive these days.
At the head of the Queen herself was busy with the many magical events she had experienced lately. The events that began with her husband leaving her. (What actually happened back then? Is everything I've been through real? Not that I'm lying on the side of the road.)
Queen kept thinking about how all the shadows present had become so real. The incident in the public restroom this morning was proof that he was in terror.
(What is this thing called witchcraft?.What Myths do there exist?)
People who are busy with the world will not have time to think, imagine, nor will they have time to just stop for yourself. But Queen has a cycle-like encounter, even though she has parachuted herself into the rush. All like a meeting that has been planned in coordination.
Like springs and lotus flowers blooming quietly in civilization to romance. Provides a background in all events despite the presence of a dividing wall.
The calm flow of water translates all seasons.
In solitude, loneliness and disappointment. The Queen is still drowning in imagination.
Honesty in his heart presents the third person in the form of feelings of longing.
The mistake Queen did not realize was that, should she have been hurt so much by her separation from Hendra, should she have been very ill at losing her children, but why the brain, the brain, the Queen's heart and mind are filled with the shadow of the Astral King Blitar.
The quiet and aloof Iqbal, who has a face so similar to Blitar is often caught on camera watching him very closely.
“What..?” Queen greeted Iqbal ferociously.
The man just looked down, there was fear on his face. “What?” back Queen rebuked sadistically.
“Sorry Mom, what's wrong with me being Queen's mother? How am I in bully keep?” the Iqbal dialect of Java feels very acidic in the ear.
“You look like someone who sucks.” Queen walked past Iqbal violently, her legs hitting Iqbal's desk hard.
Indri just shakes not understand. Offering kindness that Iqbal always refused.
That guy is too innocent. In his handsome face Iqbal too keep a distance with the opposite sex.
But, all the charm of Iqbal precisely seen from his little honesty. Apparently the geeky man was very attractive to Indri and so seized the attention of indri.
Queen remembers the incident this morning. He deliberately made Iqbal uncomfortable. (Areally who's wrong here?) Thought Queen in shock, she was reluctant to admit wrongdoing.
Spending time with a man who knows who, in a mystic world though brief, leaves a very real mark on Queen's memory.
Queen arranged her textbook. Staring at children who start boisterous with the results of learning.
There were many topics of their chat, such as endless. Some of them create another chat from the topic of discussion. The point is happiness itself.
Children are so free to express their feelings. Happiness without limits. Children at the age of ABG who are still unstable and unstable.
