Deep into the winter of our thoughts,
the winter that symbolizes the isolation, fear, darkness, and waiting…
Waiting for a bright side, a bright beginning. Or a bright end.
In the middle of our cold thoughts,
the feeling of digging and searching for that warm side, a place, or a hope.
We keep searching and drawing our desire with no specific nor certain texture.
While time moves so fast—and in a blink of eye,
as the winter never decides to disappear ….
Resulting… an immortal winter, vanishing of our light,
and our existence..
So there where it lasts,
It’s an immortal winter !
I will never forget your words and support, NEVER
شكرا من القلب „
هههههههههههههه بالله هذا صدق يضحك كذا ؟
Over the past few years I lived, I have always been taught that feeling is something emotional, something can’t be seen, can’t be heard, can’t be speculated, nor sensed.However, I came up with different conclusion based on my experiences with one exception ” Feelings can be heard”
As I hear, you hear, others hear » that can be called »
((The sound of feelings))
A stunning view of a true beauty of nature.. Someone has to go there one day and check out those northern lights ..
What a decent production !!
Bleach OST - Stand Up Be Strong (by LilFlipeq)