2/16/13 8:35pm
Sometimes the sadness escapes through the eyes of the innocent tears as the dusk under the predawn realizes that the puzzle of life slid through the roller coaster of the fire drying up the mountain of never understanding why the pain keeps screaming inside.
It hurts. It stings. It is the doubt of not seeing the black doves of miseries dying slowly as the grey skies let the white doves arise from behind the blind moon crying red drops of sun under one universe.
As the soul reach the final horizon, it rains lava behind the burnt heart of regrets. Why? Because is the only answer that can be explained under one echo of uncontrollable desire of love....8:39pm