The Rising-2

The story of white thread: light is rising now. and maybe will fall again but the white thread never find its way home. On its way home many of human make jokes of its. but never care to heard it. human now are more become inhuman. never knowing its path is very wrong indeed. the white thread now creating anew pattern on it body. its red. is it blood. nobody know that. but the journey is still long.can it make it way home. the sun shining high to the sky. no one know what this journey mean to its. nobody

The story of white thread: night and day are passing by, the white thread now wilt and wait for rain. even there is rain. it is too late to make the white thread happy again. even there no one care. the thread still waiting for miracle from above the sky. waiting for pure thread to keep it calm.serenity now everywhere. its now very rare. the paint still on. the white thread now know the journey just begun.

The Story of White thread: Love, what god created to every living thing, it is very powerful, but the white thread never get it. it ever think why human just do not appreciate it, always lied about it. the white thread did not given by god the taste of love... maybe someday it will

he story of white thread: as been seen in history every fall have it rise, every story have an ending. the white thread wish the story end very near today but it will never end. It just got the feeling that the journey is interesting to see. ever the color of white thread is bright again. as the age grow faster. it now understand more colour make it more addicting. more story more journey.

The story of white thread: once ever said do not stare the eye of lioness. it can make u lost and fell to its claw. the thread is still in its journey, it still losing piece by piece, searching for the light of perfection to purified it soul again. it ever felt cold, it ever felt warm. but it doesnt matter anymore because the white thread path is now right. straight to the eye of the world.

The story of white thread: life is like a paper, fragile but sometimes sharp. that is why some got papercut on their hands. the thread still moving step by step leaving many prints during its journey. if looked back some are storm and some are sunny. the end of second chapter is now created, the thread is ever no found it way home. what next will it see in journey of light. to be continued.....