Last night when it rained,in the drops,you drizzled all around.The gloom scattered colours,and you were drawnin reds and blues.

Of all the illusions in life, you are my favourite.

I walk. ​The light projected by the tungsten lamps exudes a sense of harmony. Everything is calm. The leaves of the trees float, lost with the mockery of air. Down the street, you can see the light that illuminates the pitch darkness. There are fallen twigs and leaves down the street and a sweet aroma of spring is spreading all over.

A man tries to do away with the wall of separation between him and his world, until he no longer needs to

Life is strange, but humans are stranger. What people say or show about themselves is totally different from who they really are