Pine Wood Derby Dune Buggy

It's time.

long since the world seems to have stopped, the rain ever louder against the glass, spilling their candy drops for lovers of the tears of a broken soul that haunts in solitude. Vale


collecting bottles and tears, and to drink it without further order time to let it go. Leaving aside the unattainable love, impossible dreams, the hopes and friendships off suddenly eaten into oblivion. Destiny is not written. It is time to remove the bandage from the eyes, look out the reality: It may be a face-scaffold to face with truths of the past with those feelings that you thought were ghosts, those who have disappeared only because the memories are just missing one day, but always keep your subconscious. Nobody said life would be easy, nobody said you were going to have to hold on to the lighthouse, so do not expect no obstacles.

Maybe your soul is corrupted so much evidence against: But it's time to be brave, to stop hiding behind masks. It is time to break that damn wall that isolates you from reality .