Everyone has a dream story. If asked someone for a dream story, some would want to find a fairy tale, historical, period, futuristic, comedic, or dramatic. The visionary souls of their stories live in dreams and never become real. An imaginary world crafted to escape from the real world. The real world became filthy to have a noble story. I questioned why the depiction of bonds is more attractive in imagination. It's like the souls prefer to be in a world that does not exist than feel a sense of being tangible. Contemporary has been undervalued drastically in recent years. I thought about whether to love or hate; we live in the real world. One soul can sweep the dirt instead of running, avoiding and fearing. We walk the road daily, and comforting our minds with the stinks is part of accepting life. I chose to clean the dirt and walk the real world. Mindlessness is never a solution. Initially, no souls were willing to stay on my side. All oppose and stand across the bridge. I look at them far away from the imaginary world. I shouted to the souls to sense them the real is here. I could not get specific reasons for thriving to have a life that was not real. My effort to wake the dream was all in vain. The illusion dream nurtures the soul's faith by shutting the eyes. I stand all alone in the reality of seeing the deception.

Contemporary became a word to my life. I was voiced by many souls not to live in the past or overthink the future. The present life we live and care for is what it is now. The majority speak for a life of which they know. Rare to none perceive a current life of mystery. The delusion is a quest for the mystery to break upon. I urge the souls to apprehend the meaning of true present life. The genuine, courageous souls who live present life walk the path without fear for faith. Not knowing where the future and destiny are forging a road, I am inclined to show the world the real underrated contemporary romance story to be told. I had a destination but needed a passage. If you walk forward, there are many complex passages to experience. It could be a new life to explore. Then I asked myself what about the decades of my life I have encountered. Does even that cross anything in my mind. I twist the story by walking to the past, leading to a future. The way an autobiography builds for a drive to a contemporary romance destination. I am touching the fine line between destiny and fate. I shall cleanse the filthy real world with the beginning of my story. I am longing to witness the souls. Do they have the courage to walk the bridge for trust in actuality? The story will bring out the life between bridges, leading to an ending for faith in contemporary life.