When all I wanted is a clear page and write nothing but words that my mind can think of, everything seems to end up suspended.

The lines and the figures assemble as I am trying to withdraw myself from confusion yet it remains unsettled

The breeze remains calm and cool against the suppressing outrage that my soul can not bear

Can you not see the difference in between what is possible and impossible?

Yet time flows by so fast that we can not imagine that rough texture of distraught — the transfiguration of one’s conflict emerges slowly by the fracture of understanding

We agree on a few but disagree with the many things that are bound much more important than the ordinary

We see not through another person’s eyes but through his personality that we judge none furthermore but our self interest

Although one might not think of it, it is the deepest sin of man that we only regard something important less important – and the other would be prejudice

Greed suffocates the bearings of the old and the new and it terminates the roots of mankind

When have we forgiven ourselves?

The knowledge of man revolves in a certain path that we may not know of yet it is the same path that leads us in two split directions that we must choose and end up losing a bargain

Do I have to let go?

The little things that we knew before seems to be lost and forgotten

I can not reach you.

Questions run through my mind right now — and only father time can answer.