Picked up my pen... and started to write... writing and fighting words... fighting with words which i pen... maybe it will express about what inside me... to express about the rosary dreams which i always live in... dreams which aspire to reach the glory...
dreamed about it... tried to work for it... did all my best to get it as a reality... and to be some thing... some thing that can be an honor to me...
start writing... write the pains which i feel about... the pains because of those dreams... the dreams which still not be a real yet...
our pains are because of those dreams... dreams which we try to live in... dreams which we saw and never to get it ,never...
but it seems so hard and difficult to be... because the beauty dreams which we imagine... never to be alive in our life...
maybe because of the stress which we suffer in... and because of the oppositions in our souls...
but i will write and to express... and its my rights to write... to write about the life which i hope to... at least i am writing now... so i am alive...
dreams still dreams... and never to be more than dreams...