flawed.center
The fleeting of its fit.
More unfinished threads.
The fleeting of its fit.
More unfinished threads.
Always too many factors.
What else can we do but try again?
Always too many factors.
What else can we do but try again?
Why?
Because I don't set my mind like a fool?
What kind of dreamweaver are you, then?!
reverie.house/origin/flawed.center
Why?
Because I don't set my mind like a fool?
What kind of dreamweaver are you, then?!
reverie.house/origin/flawed.center
So, we try again and again.
Our dream will grow stronger with others.
So, we try again and again.
Our dream will grow stronger with others.
Perhaps tomorrow, with another try?
Better dreams await their weaving still.
Perhaps tomorrow, with another try?
Better dreams await their weaving still.