Like an arrow finding every single chink

Like an arrow finding every single chink, you pierced my monotonous velocity, my average percussion. I feel renewed hope: There’s the plot twist I was waiting for. The sun was close, my saliva sour, from one beer, from a simple question, I had not expected, any of that. Me? I want to start again, let’s get to know each other. Hi, my name is Ambar.