Sometimes life was like smoking in silence , without thinking where and when you are !
I have a decision to go, but I am not sure to choose which other prison on the earth.
Sometimes I think I look like a sheep between wolves so I answer where is shepherded? Sometimes I think I am the wolf so I answer where are the sheep-dogs?
I find feminism in smiles of a country girl not in Woolf’s artworks.
I find my solitude between people when they were many and I was alone.
Don’t try to fly if you are worry about landing on the earth.
The people deny their past won’t have secure and strong future.
Chances in future are just like sunlight, open the windows to see them.
You can forget the past, but something should be left in your mine to not forget yourself.
My silence never means I don’t have nothing to talk, but it was important who were audiences and what was the topic.
Winter is going ,but who knows spring will come or not !