Striker of The Gods

The thing is, most people think football is just dynamite, trying to explode the need for survival when telling us that it is just driblling and good football. That is tosay that no one could actually take care of the need for abundance. In this way, they forget what they could be: there is no essence to the game of life. Every sound. Eery feeling. Every connotation.

That is to say that no one could take care of me. Of course, Caos felt it on his way home. He felt the real flame, burning the whole word to reach the depth foundations of reality. Perhaps, the last initiation of the world cannot go on without any real life approval. That is to say that Caos was breaking reality itself. There is nothing, absolutely nothing that could stop him from becoming the great one in this universe. Perhaps, this was what he wanted to do. By this logic, everything shall come to a stop.

Caos: the inner strength of the being cannot be put off. I am the storm. No one can stop me. For I kill everything before me. Other people think exactly the opposite: they surrender themselves without a second thought, hoping to find in passion the solutions to all their problems. They make the other person responsible for their happiness and blame them for their possible unhappiness. They are either euphoric because something marvelous has happened or depressed because something unexpected has just ruined everything. That is to say that we cannot make it come true. We need to know ourselves first. The very need to be loved is fake. I mean, it is not like someone could up with the inner value of shaoping in the world.

As he would say this, people would actually say out loud that he was crazy for such things he would say. In fact, the day he would stop saying these things is far from happening. That is to say that we cannot escape from the initial change of what we can face for the new era that we want to form with the best tendencies for life. In this way, we absorb ourselves in that beauty for acceptance.

That is to say that we do not know who we are. Perhaps, it is just me wanting to have some of comprehension on his story. Caos was a beast. A force of primordial khaos that no one can overcome. Chaos often breeds life, when order breeds habit. In that sense, he would not be the same because of what happened to him in the past. To know, you need to change the need for renewal in the world for what happened in the new world.

Unknown woman: I felt very still and empty, not just empty to disturb you, but in the most perturbing way, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo. Everything can change in a night that we cannot have going on for an eternity. Maybe, you just want to have someone to live the experience of being alive. That is to say that we cannot look for a new love in the stupidest way. n all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order for it is there to show us that we need to survive with unity.

Caos looked at her perplexed that someone could follow him.

Caos: Who are you?