"When too many things pop up in mind that you can't choose which one to do first."
"When it is getting more intimate and you just can't say yes to good bye."
"When the dark thunder rain suddenly comes in the middle of sunny breezy day. That you can't mourn, you just sit and stare at the heavy melancholic rain.
"When you lose all the inspirations and you become...blind. It is hard to see. You are looking for a clue, a sign. You start all over. A journey to find them, one by one.
"When flying is the escape imagination from the sickness of tragedy."
"When you realize that you must do something more important instead of doing this."
"When it is getting more intimate and you just can't say yes to good bye."
"When the dark thunder rain suddenly comes in the middle of sunny breezy day. That you can't mourn, you just sit and stare at the heavy melancholic rain.
"When you lose all the inspirations and you become...blind. It is hard to see. You are looking for a clue, a sign. You start all over. A journey to find them, one by one.
"When flying is the escape imagination from the sickness of tragedy."
"When you realize that you must do something more important instead of doing this."
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