The seeds of evil blooms in the fields of negligence.

Sometimes, silence become louder than our very fears.

It's so easy to take time for granted, without thinking about its value. And yet, here i am on the racetrack, where the whistle was blown long time ago.

What is the present if not the graveyard of the past where, for each of our deeds we dig a grave. Everything we do today will be buried there. The good deeds rest in peace, while the bad ones rise from the graves to haunt us.

Who would have thought that freedom has the shape and weight of the chains?

We glorify our defeats, because we aren't searching for the ways to our victories.

I finished my cigarette, but i would like very much that i finished myself with it.

What we think of as our refuge and sanctuary, could easily become the place of our captivity.

We are the eyes in the darkness

Once again i was human... With all the same sins, unrests and misgivings.