his eyes her world his ears her music his nose her smell his love her life

I wish my self a second chance I wish myself a second life I wish myself a beautiful me

How ironic surrounded by people still lonely

The world is a quite place full of mysteries waiting to be unraveled by the fierce humanity

In the chest of treasures there lies the peace trying to be found by everyone found by none!!!

ever wondered what it is like to be star alone in the sky yet shiny and smiling

ever wondered what it is like to be star alone in the sky yet shiny and smiling

Why is to so that when I look back I only see sufferings and soreness? and not a shred of happiness.

Why is to so that when I look back I only see sufferings and soreness? and not a shred of happiness.