The only certain subject in this life is mathematics. Everything else, changes according to our times.

Today, it's a good day to write stories, though notebook, where are you? I miss you.

Give time to time and time will give you time too.

Find me under my bed sheets, covered by dreams that warm me with realities that I have yet to live.

Wake me up.

The more ones reads, the more one swims towards the shores.

I'll never grieve,
Never wail,
Never be afraid of tomorrow,
I'll never leave
Never fail
Nor give up facing my woe,
No crying,
Oh, no!,
But listening to a music in my soul,
In my soul.

By dark moor - A music in my soul

I never thought I would say this, but I'm starting to lose hope in humanity. As long as people continue being close minded and without initiative, we are doom.

Igot to fix my spacebar inmy keyboard...
it's messingmywriting so much. What ifijustwrotelikethis,would,people,understand,what,i,am,saying...our-should-i-use-hyphen-because-the-space-bar-is-not-cooperating-with-me?

I miss writing, Prose and poetry, oh but so much.

I hope that when I'm back, you will be back too.