one day I begin to think

one day I begin to think that this is , that in a field that I dream there is a day of madness that leads me to something else, but for now I am at the rope , I expect the right time is what is true , it depends on me, or rather it takes time to transmit information , it is not the fault of modernity, I would rather say that the messages I send are full of nonsense, and it ends up in the trash, I'll be in a hot spring , but when I am able to do what, I do not know what it is, it is strange that from afar , it may be what I am looking for a long time , but how to be sure , it has long I was there young and well all I know must come before my birth, because sometimes I put me to think that luck is built like a pond, a big boost and splash into ice water, do I do this knowingly , but then I like a bug , I can longer have access to the old version , which I am happy wherever I take what I lack a roof that looks , of fish bones and me trying to trap the common sense, because it is my project to see what which is true for millions of years and that will never change though they say modernity