O. Another week of ecastacy and struggle to come. To face it, we used to it. I've seen the difference between black and white. Myself is covered with black paint that bring me far away from the peace that I am looking for. Then, what shall we really do to really find the truth of my life? I feel like I am away from my path, gone stray. Waiting for another free time to free myself into the woods and be hippies without smoking pot. To live with the green and fresh things that we used to love. Fantasizing, a big word yet suitable for the atmospheric and cal situation that I am imagining. To bring my laptop and speakers deep into the midst of fresh breeze and streams, the tenderness of air swept across my cheek, love, how nice is it?
Recentlt, I came across an isolated yet famous land or country-Iceland. Icelandic greeness may be the background for the white sigur ros. Yeah, the medley of computer generated melody and intrumental tunes.
Guitar, bow, please choose me.
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