beyond the relims of life
beyond the boundries of understanding
beyong the imagination of a mind ............
lies my world of thought a world of love and passion
the thought of a mind that go towards infinity
lies my world of infinte idea
the blomming of a flower and the scent of the fresh grass
flowers and dreams seem so similar they give u ideas of love and creat a magic around them and wither away leaving behind both lasting love yet a certain loneniss
strangely feeling as mixed yet a kind of fulfilness

work has started so has its stress
like two sides of a coin at times i wonder hows cn u hate something u like so much
my subject gives me immense pleasure but yet the work presure the ttitude of people and the kind of un professionalism sucks
loth the attitudes but love the job
maybe my life itself is confusing