She disappeared; her voice, her laughter, and the warmth of her breath never seen by no one again.

When stupidity reaches its highest level, we act rubbish knowingly

Someone carries my belief that raises hope in me, but flame didn’t last for long

was it scripted by God or I am playing with my life.

The portrait of his past was partially erased by God and he is searching for those erased portions.

Being in home is like magic moments, in a magic world, among maicians