abstract..

mirage unresolved in the romance of my life. I know everything will lead to conditions like this. Where I was in the "middle". Do I have to move forward? But if it is done, there are a lot of bad risks that await. Or whether I should resign? if it did, then there are many sacrifices that I wasted. Forward-looking gray still no actual point where I had to stand and what steps I use as a ready vehicle that drove me where I have to be true. my mind is still tottering, silent lips, the condition of the body is still reluctant to move and with a heart that is still abstract to translate where it should be my anchor. Sometimes I need a shoulder to lean on. but all I had hoped for a lean, busy with his world respectively. I feel the silence of the crowd. just me who understand me. all just extras that anytime ready to witness or even laugh at what I'm putting out in front of them. not what I should do with them. pharmaceutics sometimes a tree, requiring the support when strong winds blow. The tree is still fragile, lonely tree, the tree was not know whether to die or have to endure in order to produce a sweet fruit to be picked.