
"The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you've got it made."



Every night, when darkness spread through the blue sky from the east,
An unknown sense of doubt spread through my heart too.
I keen to question every manner of human life in the darkness of night.
Night make me feel black, what a pretty black too.
Sometimes, I think, I am falling in love with the dark nights.
Then suddenly something reminds me:
It can’t be! How could I fall in love?
Then as always, when I see you in the morning,
The feeling of doubt would fade away.
You fill me with warmth, calm and certainty.
Every now and then I ask myself:
Am I falling love with you?
So what does this feeling means?
What does it called? What am I? And what is happening to me?

Just to let you know,
Thank you

I am losing ground
Every moment that passes me by
I lose more and more
Like a setting sun

If you say I can’t do something you never would.
Try to find a better reason to be alive.
This time I am the BOSS. And I am going to be a bitch bout it.
Ok, Now what’s you gonna be moron?
What do you think?
To realize
The value of life:
Waste it?
I am not shallow, nor deep.
I am not smart, nor dumb.
I am not nice, nor mean.
I am not the best, nor the worst.
I am not strong, nor weak.
I am not happy, nor sad.
I am not good, nor bad.
I am not fun, nor boring.
I am not fast, nor slow.
I am not rich, nor poor.
I am not the winner, nor the loser.
I am not sweet, nor bitter.
I am not old, nor young.
I am not short, nor tall.
I am not black, nor white.
I am who my destiny has formed me into…