I Stopped Loving My Father A Long

Although I Love A Rich Life, I Hate An Overcrowded Life. I Believe In Rumination And Lose Half The Beauty Of All Things When I Am Deprived Of The Time To Ruminate.

I Have This Weird Obsession About Buying Books And Looking At Them With A Smile, Even If I Won't Read Them Soon. At Least They Are Mine Now.

I Am An Excitable Person Who Only Understands Life Lyrically, Musically, In Whom Feelings Are Much Stronger As Reason.

Our Love Of Each Other Was Like Two Long Shadows Kissing Without Hope Of Reality.

What I Cannot Love, I Overlook. Is That Real Friendship?