By the late spring, you planted a seed when the sunshine felt the rain, how rare, how beautiful... An eternal feeling circulating through the deepest core, an extreme decoupling of perception and attention; show me the meaning!Still fresh and clean, where did you mastered in loving?

It wasn't only the end of an academic session but also a tough and unarticulated Goodbye.The feeling arose with the very first glimpse and instantly faded with the last unseen text.

He who had tried to escape years ago is still imprisoned in the cage of his belief. Has he simply forgotten to free himself?

Maybe I was the prisoner,Prisoner of my belief and love.But you were not the same as you are,When you murdered it.You were different, did anyone appeared?Did anyone murder yours too?

How weird,Sometimes some words are not possible, and, sadly sometimes those words aren't enough.