Science fiction: The believable impossibilities
As you grow, they will appear distant away, far distant away.
Amen. Out of the time that safely flows, relatives kill you still on life’s floor. You stand naked in front of the world, insane. There is no security for someone who deserves no pain. So, ask for nothing new. Be satisfied in little. To dream is a sin in the world of dear ones who even kill. Insane, insane. For millions have died in homes unrepaired, in relations mundane, that hurt, that pinch. You should refrain. Stay away, stay away, stay away from those who kill you someday, so that longer you survive, stronger you stay.