"I may disagree of what you say, but I will defend to the death - your right to say it." – Voltaire

Since something has gone apart.. Since m left with the other somethings.. I walk among the stars..showing back to the moon.. I know i need to keep going till the end.. I keep dragging my feet whether it's stone or the sand.. I walk a lonely road..that might not be ending soon.. As the night ends up.. And i open up my eyes.. I see the sun rising..from the sea-shore.. As if it's dancing on the waves.. I feel..you..as the south breeze..... Gently touching my face.. I be the real me.. As all of my pains rest in their graves.