that pity with myself can I grow over that or is such art's?

It is just what I fear the most is that by way of fate or rule at the end of all this concentration in a playfull storiage I will mourn I walk around in the streets of my home town having lost my rights in home location where I set myself to work day and night in a service seeminglky not getting any ending but by dying my true answers and I cannot conceal that any a mistrust in my faithfullness being just the endowed identity without ever having received the blessings of true respect and honor of the public granting us all it in the least can be considered to belong to the rights of cultures to have leadership's display, for being it not my first concern to get as much a ransum of golden medals and the attached high wages as I can I find till now no other motives but just the joy in making the creation by itself, and for the state of being like someone who just keeps himself to be so full of goodwill and talented as once so much beloved  Audrey Hepburn has lived her life before dying in a fearful cancered bed, yes, my dear mother and me have met her in the Keukenhof in person like she was doing a show in the scene
we happened to be passing by and both have looked upon her without crying out her name, my mother and me in the quiet standstill once only late Indira Ghandy could be perceived doing, I conclude I could be as well not much better than anybody else a blogger and I guess many people discovered the free exploits and advantages of blogging, a situation which I can't know about much more of like I take seldom a moment for another anyone's stories, bringing the questions around going not further in the progress of a culture of universal identity and what I actually do make up for all the time is I am explaining the concerns of beloved Lord and God above me sending me in silent answer and a crying out for me as well to be considered like my true Father He's refusing, he called for me in an explicit detail of general overview concern to get it knowledged of Him too has suffered defining me never in just another looking up to Ritz hotel bar display as I feel myself ber showing, We are both most satisfied We always share a glass of red wine from the Rhône valley being that wine till some years ago called by the brand nam,e of  'Enclaves des Pâpes' like the papal courts of Avignon had there around their vineyards from up on 9th century possibly even older dating cultivating vines, and the wine We share is last years vintage and not so expensive in the coin value atttached to the bottle but alike in high esteem by Our taste pappills.

Could anybody stop this world like I want to get off?