Every single tear that falls from my eyes every single day, will pray to make them feel the way they made me feel every single day….

She tore them up , ... finally... after all those years.
In the trash cans all around the city , now he shall exist.
May they Rest In Peace ..............!!!!!!!!!

No one can break me... They can just break my heart , but they can't break me...
Time to be tough !
and to be more strong than ever.
Shine is rising up again.

Jerk..!
Yeah that's what you are.

Thinking about the woman , who used to wear mini skirts and had black hair.
The one who used to lay on the bed and laugh loudly...
and then thinking about you who think about the woman who didn't use to wear mini skirts , or even skirts at all , and had no black hair.
The one who used to lay on the bed and cry quietly...
The bed under which lived a short snake , a short snake who used to shower daily and laugh for no reason...
Don't open your eyes... It's been years that there's no woman lying on the bed...
Even the snake is gone...
A track of it's dried saliva has remained under the bed...
I am gone too...
And no woman has black hair anymore...

Regret... of the lost calendar and the broken clock...
Staring at my picture reflected in the eyes of a woman who sold her soul to lust...
Remembering the child who wrote me philosophy...
and loved me...
There wasn't any untold words for you in my silence..
Except the bitter taste of the wall you made for me by your own hands..
Up to the sky ,... to infinity...
The woman...
The woman who trickled her tear drop on the ground....
The ground on which nobody existed...
The woman hidden in masks made of skin and flesh and blood...
Leave me alone.... I'm neither this nor that....

UNLOCK THESE SECRETS IN ME...

I won't survive this meeting , I won't survive this project , I won't survive this life , I am already dead.
Shall my soul rest in peace !

All I need is a Looooooooooooooooooong time remedy......

- Hey listen , I feel you had a strange sorrow in your eyes when I saw you just for a moment yesterday.
- Yeah...
- It is a strange sort of sadness specially when you some how enjoy the pain , you feel like a saint or Jesus or something.
- Yeah....
-I mean it's a physiological matter , when you enjoy the pain and ....
- Yeah....
.
.
.
(Yeah that's me....)

You can do it....
Yes you can...

My little sorrows
My big sorrows
Those which no one ever saw
Those which remained untold
Not even written
Those which will ruin me in the end
How strong they appear today.....

so embrace the flowers of fall
and remember the rain
which will ever weep over landscapes
wide and gray
and feel the rivers
flowing into the waters of life
through oblivion is a mightier water
so majestic, so cold,
so fathomless deep....

(Lacrimas Profundere - Black Swans)