sometimes life becomes as depressing as the cold winds of the evening.
Then comes the dark night,and night intensifies.Many do not see the dawn.
Some people hold their sadness inside them for life and live on and on....until death.
and from the far away the biggest writer truns them into real stoies..
we still love,at the end of the day...
we live by some colorful dreams..
Endless feelings..
and such vagabond love stories.

I am back after long time...

dostum ....ne olur ??? :(

i d0n't need a l0t of pe0ple,wh0
are ready
t0 cry when i dieee.....
I only need just 1 pers0n wh0 is
ready t0
die
when i cry...

thanks ....all of my interpals friends :)