the enigma of losing it all ...
the ecstacy for having it all.....
the grudge of that soothing embrace ...
the ecstacy of being replaced for someone else grace ......



to catch fireflies for getting blindning lights ........
to get blinded by that rainbow on those sleepless nights .....
to catch thunderstroms for silencing one's mime vices...
to get with the morning stars for riding the disguising sky's.......


these spirits has always ruined me all .......
i collect everything to have yet another fall .....
too many things yet intruiged mee to find my holy grail.....
yet i m finding my city which have no name for a trail ~:-)