The book has its cover, has its title, has its author. The cover, the title nor the author should tell the whole story,

One must not turn the page quickly if he or she does not understand it fully. Let the momentum of the eyes touch every lines of your story and not you who touches the eyes of the readers,

The river streams will continue to flow even if your heart stops to pump its blood, the water continues as if it was just another day,

You wont understand the words that are hidden but you can understand the meaning why it is hidden, those are two different perspectives but both shares the same objectives which is to understand and to listen with silence.

Sleep for tonight, maybe and  an hour or couple of it, but the noise wont turn into dreams because realities are realities, dreams would stay as dreams, no one exceeded  in the power of truth

You and me.
Me to you. ) :

3 consecutive nights that the lonely owl haven't seen even just a glimpse of the moonlight,
3 consecutive sleepless nights for a poor nocturnal bird on its own lonely tree.

And i'll be counting from numbers 1...


2...


3...



and still, the bird is alone, not even its own shadow appears because there is no light.
everything is darker without you my love. my only love.

You often say "any time"
12:00 in the midnight,
Wish you were holding me tight
You speak again, "any time"
10:00 in the morning,
Wish you wake me up humming,
You replied, "any time"
5:00 in the afternoon,
Wish you donth have to leave so soon.

Wish i haven't need to keep on playing the cassette of your voice recording, as you had said "any time" only just for once in our story.

I love you.

I am at my best whenever I am with you.
'Cause i simply know that at the end,
It was still you who completes me.

I look at you, you seek for another.