Still trying to express the things in my mind. Sunday, June 26, 2016. Morning dew drops off the summer leaf. Soft wind breezes cuddling the long hair of mine. All seems fine, all seems well. Yet, none knows the turmoil within. Of how every second matters. Of how the laughter remains. Of how the tear flows. Of how the heart shivers among several choices. Of how the soul shatters. Of how all memories come back to life. Of how the harsh reality rebukes beautiful dream. Have we started to see and listen? .

Je vais essayer de vous montrer notre univers. Avec les delires les joies et tout ce qui va avec. En esperant que ca vous plaise.

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