If you read this…it’s actually nothing…not meant to be an effort to write something that’s very rich in literature. Neither is it a piece of note that can convey my own thinking those I think. It’s hard to describe the situation now. No words can describe it…I wish I could fly with the stars shining…with all the bliss of the sky in an airplane. I did this many years back when I was a little kid knowing nothing about the stars those shine through the nights, the moon that covered my eyes when I saw outside the window…and the glittering lights of cities I passed. I wonder what they are like now. What happened to those white clouds I passed through? Are they still there to greet me through the silence of time? There was a time that I used to take everything so seriously…I watched every little beauty that I passed and now they come to me like a load of so much. I can’t stop dreaming of a sky with such loveliness and beautiful shines. When was the last time I had flown? I can’t remember maybe it was the last days of 1994, the world so foolish around me…and being a little kid I contented my heart with the grace around it. As days go by I stay and think that those times have to come back. I need to see what life on the other side of the world is. Is it okay? Or is it with full of wasted lands. I can’t get back; I want to have a flight to some place so far into the metaphors of time. Into the darkness of a huge sky I once felt like what it would be to be in the space alone, floating around the blue earth with white shades? I close my eyes and water flows as I cry to have something so nice…
