I almost fear from everything ,I fear from the dark, I fear from love, I fear from being lonely, I fear that someday sometime I will wake to find out that I’ve lost someone whom...

I had to stay weak, and stay silent, because if i say one logical thing I shallbe teased until the last breath.

My imagination is my everything. I imagined myself as everything, and eventually I found out that the tree is the hardest thing to be, it stays still looking at thieves, burglars, murderers, lovers, haters, friends,...