I wake up one morning trying to figure things out. The world seems blurry around me; uncertain and bleak. I start to question why life has different meanings. The answer, so naive and plain, that life is fortified with smooth roads and harsh obstacles to make us full in our dimensions. And that what makes life worth living.
Wednesday, 16 September 2009
strange these days when heart speaks no language but love these days streets seem bright like the silhouette of dreams oddly these days my eyes seek no words but the stir in your mind and these days despair and longing ignored by you.
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