risa story

I might say its just another ordinary day with another cup of coffee and there was someone.. draw a flower on my coffee opening up my eyes  scream loud to my heart there is no such things like ordinary in life (and you are my precious gift from life)

A snob is anybody who takes a small part of you and uses that to come to a complete vision of who you are.” (Alain de Botton)

my soul likes wandering around, peeking, flying toward skies forget that she should stay here and you are the one who keeps me put down the wings be human walking, feeling, be arogant greedy, demanding..needy and thats why I need you so much,..

death is going home... if I did bury "me, I, mine" before  

I wish I could show you, when you are lonely or in darkness, the astonishing light of your being.”

close my eyes and be stubborn resisting things happen to me but do I have rights for choosing... only experience good over bad?