LIFE, what can i call it, when i try to coincide this term with the HOW I AM FACTOR in me, I always find claustrophobic to answer. It has never given the perfect definition which i always wanted.I feel sarcastic when i face this question from anyone that HOW I AM?? How, I am really, I don't know. Perhaps I don't know where i stand on my level. Do I know who am I? Someday, I thought I will cry one day, so that I can get every possible answer or meaning that stands for me.Sometimes, life make you so pessimistic, that gets into your throat that you can't live any longer the way you want to, and when everything in your life is on track that when you are into your luckiest hour of your life, that it will give you so much of enthusiasm that it will take every positive things so brilliantly that you will fly like a demon who can conquer all this universal power, you will grow to the infinity power of optimism and that very moment you will not going to realize what...
Words are the gravity, they may be the piece of art or they may be the cuts of knife.