Breathing Lessons

I live in a lonely planet.

You’ll find rare pieces of clear memories in every dimension. There are various footprints of friends and foes, of gods and monsters. In every pathway, there are riddles intended to puzzle you in oblivion. Embellished with simple joints of pleasures, the moments are to be lost, or to be retrieved. Once you’re lost, time’s gonna eat you. The riped aftermath of Mighty time posseses intricate memories, unnamed people, defaced images and uncertain loops. It runs to be forever round. The spinning keeps it open for discoveries. It is prone to views and criticisms. It is unsafe. It is too dangerous to explore. With much room for contained hatred and grudges - love and bliss, this planet will struggle to survive. Only the strong can run in circles. 

Come, share my planet.

Save me.