I am a nomad who wish not to be a nomad. I loiter around my own solitude with eyes wide open towards a guest unexpected. I love with passion and feel the pain with total devotion. My heart is not too far away from a quick smile and a silent tear. I live life like as if... I lost sense of time
Do not
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
True Lies
To break heart in the middle with truth is merciful… Than to maul heart bit by bit with lies…
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