I think I've a little time to share writing some stories, random or no, just maybe. Cause I guess there are a billion sentences I wanna tell here, really! Actually I keep many kinds titles to be highlight on the moment but in other side, I feel confused to decide which one the part of the tale I need to give writing as my way. The great reason is when I know some of my words can't be out cause it belongs to something in secret only. But I know in the time later and later, I'll be able to read although only myself could understand well. No matter!
The little mind came in the beginning of the february. More than three weeks ago. A little but really bother me, made me on the ground over and over. I dunno but I realized, dear. What's up? Why? Why? Why? I felt I was losing, losing of the real. What's that? It was thinking about ( . . . )
