8 May 2007

There are days when I feel I could climb to the third Heaven.

There are nights when I am afraid of my own voice.

There are times where I feel as if my skin is not mine.

There are dreams that can’t be followed, that lead nowhere.

There are pictures worth less than a thousand words.

There are words no pictures can do justice, like “love”.

There are lives that are rich simply by choosing to believe.

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