Conquering is the word I’ll use to describe, the hot hot lead of 11:11 bound to again emerge with everyday pride, wandering in my mind is the time figure always on the verge with goodluck’s own tide Locking my eyes onto the screen had myself wise with an almost superstitious lean, 8 seconds on high so mean was the waiting’s size for the screenshot’s team, knocking on time for time which flies and frees had myself press the take button of 8 not 5, I was redeemed On the screen