That's quite a long time not writing any words here. It's the thirty third anniversary of being human of right my self. Whatever should some words be written to note this, I think.
Not like the ages that still naive, not much words want to write and share now, possibly that's what they said grown up. Well, too much realities seen, too much failures experienced, that make a man come silent. But I feel there's something deep hidden still, full filled with imaginations and expectations. I'm so sorry that the time failed to accomplish its job. But also, I guess, luckily, it's some gift, for those people of this age. Not every time this happens. Those left people thus perhaps look a little bit unique, and unique means something I think.
Better keep this gift and take some use of it, that's what we have and others don't. It must be useful.
Yep! Let's do it!