Let me tell you about love ...

We, the weak software rely on each other when a frail body as a kind of instinct. Not because of love to be together, just due to the weak, the lonely times, and of all children ...

The afternoon was still expanding, a silent child steps on the bustling streets but still sees a human. These days his bunch in the room once the silhouette you there myself, enjoy a day with the nostalgic about things belonged to the old concept. These days alone passed as a rule of life that no one else cares. It is almost a habit hard to quit! acquainted, the two "alone", but strangely, I now also "alone" anymore, so that remain so forever.

It is not blue, because there is little hope at all. Everything fragile, matte blind and can't call name. Love does not always seem to be the right knife blade for the guys like me, but despite the pain still trying to silently endure.  Can anyone hold the promise through the speakers in order to not obscure the love we're dedicated to them. But nothing is sure make for a really experienced the difference. Not because I love the deepness that because I love to. Not because people want children become the moron because children himself into the path of no way out. No one apart from you main expose fill scars that people see and yourself, or not!

I wonder whether it is white, because hearing people say, white is the color of despair for the world. I want you to step off the ramp of life full of rough, storm. But only his legs step then I don't know how much longer to go. Then one day you will also loose, tired legs, will retire by the love, the hate. Will only hurt him, as now ... till then, didn't know he had started to feel regret, or is just sad a superficial way and then back into seeking another person, I feel better?  Have you ever, ever, I see children who admit in your life? If it is true, I would rather end things as he wishes. Everything.=