E8

I broke every aims. Just broke down...like throwing oneself out the real reality. 
I had cold. My feelings were seized by those cold times. But none keep me wrapped up warm. 
Damned lonely figure I was. 
Long time ago I was a whore without corner neither make-up nor high-heeled shoes.
Long time ago I was too many things I don't like remaind about.
                                ...a stray dog. 
                                ...an hungry wolf.
                                ...something was becoming a dying craft.
Now I'm building new age of conquers. 
It's hard to hold our rudiments, to act on the basis of them... But Jimmy's trio notes are helping me. 
Jimmy Johnson, Jimmy Dawkins and Jimmy Red.
Their music lashes down me, it makes my walking firmly, it makes me play safe with my imagination.
Long time ago I was someone that today has passed away. 
So Death hasn't always been my enemy.