most nights i found my mind such a hollow series of imaginations, that was when the thought of daytime broke in, i started wondering how i ever came to a place i never had marked before nor appeared in my unconscious sight. it was like i came out of nowhere, vacant space alike, crossed some illusive haven until i ended up to this...
when every door of mercy is already wide open, do you still have to make an excuse to find the keys? do you always have to take the hard way for anything which is already made easier for you? this is how we do, we look for a thin piece of pin far ahead whereas a big stone in front of us, we do not...
what a great chance it was to get to know you. ...
the big q: how can people choose the right president for them if they rarely know anything going around? for me political knowledge is a crucial thing, especially at times like this. i gotta admit, we all do, that it's pathetic to know that only a little part of the country has enough of it, to really know why they're choosing who. a political knowledge...
do you remember what kind of a girl i was? did you ever notice? did you even know me? someone can go as they are today. and come back a completely different person someday. now it's like the poets run out of rhyme. everything's changing. slipped away without you noticing. ...