Et tu lecheras le sol pour récupérer, avide, les derniers restes du genre humain. Le discours ne servent à rien. Sauf à influencer les hommes dans le chemin voulu. Je ne dis rien, je me tais. Seule les doutes et les pensées subsistent.

Thursday, March 1, 2012. A friend of mine reminded me something about the rain. That conversation got me into thinking for a while. Indeed, the sound of the rain is very soothing. If only, you were to close your eyes and take a little time to listen to it, you will find the beautiful rhythm in it. The rain is indeed beautiful. Wednesday, November 30, 2011. Friday, October 21, 2011. Do not hold back,.

When we had so much fun. When we slept barely 3 hours a day. When we joked and laughed and poke fun of each other. When we helped one another out. Where we barely made it in time. 2 weeks, 14 days, 336 hours. The most tiring but fulfilling days of 2010. Recently, my life has turned into a mad house. FYP madness I would say! I am getting s.

A dark box with a corner of flickering glow. I can neither feel the sunlight nor see the bright. Will you come to clean my glass,. Clear the tint, put a light on that inversed grin? Withering, dying, losing faith,. When will I get rid of the haze? To see your face. I dreamed of you last night.