There are songs behind all those smiles and there are anthems behind all those sadness. But I always find myself creating anthems. Isn't the world more cruel than Ares? Or this is just my mind full of inconsistencies and fragments of overwhelming grief? I sat at the corner facing the darkness of a room and holding my cheap and out of tune guitar. I write it. All my feelings are processing in just a single drop of blood. It is so amazing how the blood runs through a piece of paper transforming itself into an organize tint. The tint says it all. First, that I am waiting to see your face. Hoping that on one enchanting day, I will see your glooming smile, your soft lips and the overly wonderful lashes playing on your eyes in that fast food chain and are awaiting my return. Second, that I will receive this one simple and sweet message; "I miss you." Third, that we will be able to hold each others hands while walking in the busy street full of honking and shouting. Fourth,...
...story behind pen and paper