The Land of Conjurors

He fears, as always. He never does things right . N o, you would expect him no more . T his time he seem ed to realize what he c ould or c ouldn't do without the help of every single thing which clinche d him. H e f e ll into such certain rule and f ounded nothing to which he belong ed , and he should have resented himself for what he had done and had felt pathetic for what he was incapable of. Something knotty and even unspeakable drenche d in his every vein as if being told to make them clear and even dry them up. That was when he felt no certain at all for everything that's not to be told. He turned himself away, as he always did. If finding himself was long miles to go, he would have just let some of them go and cared no more. Now, he somehow has felt this sort of way, and yes, no one w ould praise him for sure since he always let others down, even for his dearest. "What could be proper anyway?" He again asked himself the very common question and again

It is so hard to make a decision that goes at least a proper way. And in the morning you found that even you want to do things better and efficiently, everything seems to go wild ways and you just hate things cannot even work for such a long time as if others assume that I am wasting my time in my daily life and for god's sake I did not! Personality cause again and say no more about it with such horrible and quirky explanation since the master even don't have any clue to deal with it and don'y have any idea how it comes from in such timing that may possible destroy the very moment of progression at the critical moment so far while the others don't judge that and the others won't comment on that for it is natural for brewing things at the right time and meet again and nagging about the shit damn student's materials and keep giving you threat that it will be your coming soon while you still linger along and have nothing of the brew. The others start to make a bran