11 février 2012
Back has become blurred, vision is not here. Close your eyes, think back to those similar to smoke one landscape, close to them and how close. Themselves desperately wanted to capture that one has dispersed the smoke plume. How to reach to. Perhaps, the back has gone, maybe, that fog blurred my sight, memories is a step by step approach.
Friends in life or passer like smoke, continue to spread and together. Our lives have been left in or come in, see the invisible, mind forgot; continually gain and loss in your life, see saw, forget remember sth
Stopped, forgetting himself is not in the place