Missing

The missing pages are from my notebook… Some are folded in some places, other pages are out in some places…As we look back, the individual stories come alive, the characters change only on some pages, but the game is always the same, as we know … Where there is no love, it hurts, our hearts hurt someone else.Sometimes you want to keep a child from those tiny hands, pulling it out of the foggy world where you can not see the eye from that dust … If you burn more and more hurt … In this cast you can not keep up with the knees burning … Sometimes the rose that a woman has laid down falls between the pages of the elimination … She leaves empty, leaves her laughing, wants to tell something…

‘ When you go to see a memorial, what you touch is yours, the moment when it is interrupted, the lens will bleed so transparently zooms everything ‘

The stories tell the story of the empty pages … In this society, what a time to listen to the story of a tired woman was already there! While there is much to tell,we don’t tell.
If it comes to love you, do not stay in your dear reader …

Leaves from calendar

Years passed

Missing

Remember your love, stay with love … 🙂

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