What you are if you’re not who you are while you stand in front of the mirror, unappreciated of what you see, look or feel. What you are...

zhoooop.. The train on the opposite sides passes like a bolt of lightning and waking me up from the train of my own thoughts at the end...

The reason why I never delete the photographs of the people who were a part of my life but no longer mean anything to me is because I...