Being in home is like magic moments, in a magic world, among magicians.
Some wounds; never reflects on the skin, but kills us slowly from inside.
God is a creation of human brain
She disappeared; her voice, her laughter and the warmth of her breath never seen by no one again.
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.