Being in home is like magic moments, in a magic world, among magicians.
She disappeared; her voice, her laughter and the warmth of her breath never seen by no one again.
Some wounds; never reflects on the skin, but kills us slowly from inside.
God is a creation of human brain
She never wished for the thing what she is experiencing. It is her inner voice that became her enemy.
Every time I look into her eyes, I get a positive inspiration to serve humanity.