I wish my whispers are heard and requited as a storm... Because, the storm is that keeps me alive!
Innumerable arcs intersect and scatter into a vast indefinite sea.
There will be times in which things appear hopeless. You will begin to doubt everything around you. You will even begin to doubt yourself. You will think things will never look up and you may be in th...
A Miracle is nothing more, than the removal of an Illusion".
