describing that is very challenging to me
because the moment we're in is also symbolising death to me.
every second every moment they are dying! and we just
we just have no chance to keep them alive
save them and give a chance
no ı'm sorry.
isn't it like the wars?
or just dying?
somewhere in our planet have a fight as always.
differents happening in different places in the world. both life and death. they are living independently and separately.
someone's dying meanwhile someone's birth.
anyway it seems like ı'm going through but far away from the title.
what do you say for longing? it is hard right,isn't it?
but the time we're missing and longing
seriously, what can ı say about the time
ı was missing my mum if ı haven't see her about 30 minutes. just a little boy ı was.
so even a former little boy can misses his mum,why can't ı ?
what ı've been lost in the periods of growing?
ı don't know really...
but only thing ı know is past and future.
past ı saw was the missing part of somebodies' lives.
maybe mine maybe not
but we all longing unless the future get rid of his blur.
ı think ı'm done right now. should've kept short.