Clef

A sweet painter to her artwork that I act a fan, and by the end of each day, I would take her along the city. A mastermind musician her tones flatter me, and for holding the happiness, a rebellious beautiful who I never expressed before but how to leave a sign where the smile lets you forget to breathe.

Through the highs, we would climb a mountain that the world is beneath or just watch until each cloud disappear, and through the lows, we would walk along the streets that the world is above or just continue a lifetime until a wall stricks so that we can turn and get back.

Moving to a quick dream, asleep drunk ocean-floating city, a man of nowhere for his funky tones with a nonsense instrument or could be the darkness, that we dance randomly thinking it is a dance of class but it is only two jumping to their dreams.

One little museum walk, could steal a piece of art, could be you. No matter how much they vary in worth, you are the one artist, and you are the most piece of art that no museum could own, so it is me, to my blessing after all.

Speaking of which, we may create our unique utopia where the world burns and our creation could act any different, but the project of which all humans are good to who they are could let me forget my bless. We may want to change the world, but if the world is never uniquely any different, so you are and that is enough.

We could run but mainly escape the world go elsewhere. Many criteria, but if I could tell to my basic limits, the world is still the same no matter where you go, and the one phi of a difference is the one who you wish to take the adventure with and you are the favorite adventure, and with you, I could read clefs of infinities until the space stops which it does not, which is why you will not end being the one place I will always travel to.

A writer to her happy character, a young man that chaos has nearly taken over his mind for the cancer that the past follows. Perhaps our flaws could change our perspectives on who we might be, but the cure to the cancer was a tone made by the clef and the cost was a shock that increased the cancer. The more time, the more the host gets weak, but out of the blue, the shock passed to its student that the cure of every chaos, and every tear, and every broken man is just a clef, but not any clef, a clef that rises the sun, a clef that bears the storms, and a clef that I will stay here to listen to no matter who much I age.