Where The Wind Stood Still.

I never thought that my actual hope resorts to you.

My only hope.

And finally I come to term with the fact that I am losing it. Every minute.



Again, here I am,

Browsing them pages, your old pictures, and words.

Forcing me to concise everything in silence, between these walls.






I might not need to tell you things that have been tearing up my mind.

I just choose to stay, and live. For always.