We quietly, loudly, live.
We keep on living!
Then
ONE DAY
that was suddenly snatched away
Our way of  living is purely beautiful
Our numbered days are unforgettable

Do we think first or feel?
Think!
UNSUPPORTED
first
we Feel
and that is itself an act
then
we think
and that is a react
To THINK
is a react to an act:
To FEEL

In front of me
  I see humans
  not status
That is
 THE CASE

I know
you want to feel proud and mainly capable and believe me
I will make sure you feel proud
I know
because your pride is my pride
but do not make submissive orders while you are dealing with me
because I will only detest myself not you
then for me in my eyes you would be anything but pride

I DO KNOW
MY MIND!
DO NOT EVEN TRY
TO PROVE
MY OPPOSITE.

If HE ever asks:
Why?
I would say:
It is just that you
Discuss
while I only can
Express
I am not meant to
Explain
I
Express rather Explain.

At 7a.m the house is quiet but my brain.
Memories are digging into my head.
The bed drains my body each morning but holds my heavy brain. And I wonder when I would be able to get out and do something.
What is the way out?
But
now let me have more time to sleep. Until 8a.m that should be enough...
It is 7.30 the alarm chides.
Should I awake and see what I can probably do or just have more sleep?
I am afraid that there are too many beautiful, happy, moments around
But
eventually they would disappear by time.

I hate summer vacations...

9p.m my father says, 'you might end up all alone by yourself.'
I thought to myself:
aren't we all be oneday?
Then at the same moment my mother replies, 'I'm here right beside her. No worries.'
Then, I am fine. There is my mother.

For the twenty three passed years and maybe even more or for the rest of all this world would last, I want to be comfortable with my own existence.
I want to be happy, very.