I Am Back On Pencils

Why???
I am in the search for perfect reasons.
How???
Very difficult to believe in perfect superstitions.
When???
While on the edges of maximum extents, hard to find the names.

Reactions relying on the basis of perfection, on the extents of assurance and stumbled thoughts are flying upon the clouds of breathlessnes, whose words cannot fix in the dictionaries of the whole world.
I am back on pencils, visualising my beautiful past whose times have lost in the dunes of my presence.
Cirles of life opportunities have knocked the doors of my heart and i am ready to go for such little things.
When my 50% was a good try, then why not put lights on the 100%.
Its all worth doing, nothing else...
May it be with an uninteresting end, but its necessary to spill out the poison of everything else...
Mayst i stepover to the dearest of my visions!