Stronger Wings.

She is so beautiful when she wakes up, and when she leaves at evening. In between, I don’t know, I feel distant. But most of the time when wears blue, I look at her and smile. But I never liked her when she wears dull colours. I keep looking at the sky and wonder when will I touch the sky again?

25

What happens when we have already reached the limit, all we have is fragments of our little story, more than 50 years of Life in a few sentences. What if I get a chance to rewind and pause at the moments we wish, we have more than half a century, normally, but where would I go? Maybe, first quarter of the century when we had a Life, we had Joy.

Another Rose

I was helpless on that time, it was someone else's doing, but what she saw was my face, the injury was too deep, couldn't do much, and at the end everything I see became yellowish, it was painful. The injury was internal, all I can do was comfort her. In the end. She said goodbye just like the rest, a goodbye I can't stop.