"Look at the cloudy days but people still carry out their activities."" Yes ...we have a lot of grey days at this time of year. Spring will be here soon.""Nice shot ..l like the Painting.. Yes.. I should try to paint again that's my local park...Another picture of Eastern Passage ..just down the road from where I live.""I love your little bee. It's incredible ...So beautiful ..very nice".Smilingly, Zepp concluded that for some time he lost consciousness .The past experiences had such physical effects on him . Sweating or wanting to punch and throw something or someone. Nightmares or scattered dreams at night and even at daytime.He just put his cellphone into his pocket and had just a talk with someone, but he forgot with whom he talked to.It was a female voice but where was the resource of developing the chat and maintaining in the memory ,who would talk about painting..what was it all about?No matter how hard he tried to remember , nothing could help to increase the w

"Zepp ! " He doesn't care that his name was called .Or he's just on the yellowish old paper.So he didn't hear it."'If l die today l shall pack what l can bring with me whatever they are .I'm happy if it does.As nothing in life but grief.I will not need anything anymore if l send my last breath.What l pack maybe only rags and crumbs..''Zepp put back the old yellowish paper into the wooden box .He didn't know who wrote that . It's sounds someone in despair .He neither knows if the paper was a letter or just a piece of diary.lts not a handwriting.lts written by someone wrote it in an old typewriter.ls it important or not . He did not know.What is important and what is not.Damn it ! Who cares..But he continued reading..' Nothing is important any more for me now.But l will say it if there is some one care to listen.It is like a peevish child who threaten to run away if none cares . Actually the kid wants to be listen .ls it me like that ? I struggle all my life but everything seem

When ones have colorless life maybe they will collect anything colorful in mind by painting or cutting interesting pictures then glued them in their bedroom wall or a diary, looking at them intensely to make some more imagination about a dreamy place and people, neighborhood, environment..Maybe colorful comics and cartoons help much and it does.There’s something appealing about black and white photograph. It has a timeless touch . It flows a breathtaking creepy mood at times. So what could Alsava do to visualize the black and white images? Diary listen better than anyone.Its like the limitless sky where angels were silent to hear people cry ...It was her best friend.Diary ..."Hidden love is in the beloved oneSee ..Hear ..Look ..ListenHe She Loves Another... That's the scarry fact ..So Don't be scareJust realize ..Don't fool being fooled.Well l.dont talk about feminismI simply wanna say that women should have senses of self defence when being attacked .Not only yellin

Can she suppress painful memories, block them from her mind? Erase them like a rubber magically make the pencil handwriting or an ugly drawing dissapeared.. or whatever,the aim was to get rid of them till it's nomore part of her life .It was a terrible weather .Big rain with hurricane swayed lightning.Alsava felt it's time for her to be a victim of catastrophic weather.Whether or not people found her body ..None around the city .Only people in cars moving along the city street.She was shivering under her umbrella which was damaged by the horrible wind .She could be blown by it to . Her raincoat could nomore help her. The rainfall blurred the city .It was like late afternoon even it still a midday.How she wishes she was under a leather blanket with smooth bedcover and a cup of hot chocolate beside the bed .The rain water hit her body and face .All her skin inside was bathed by the cold flooded water .She walked along the pavement painstakingly as the rain kept on hitting her .She

Hex told Axel about the vagrant who looked as a native of somewhere around and some times she just stood at a space , picking the molder fruits from street trees or maybe people who by chance dropping it from their shopping bag .She certainly has no money as she is dressed in rags, walks around about a day and none knows where she sleeps at nights and whether at the same place." In just a glance you can see that she is a wanderer, maybe living on charity, roaming around on foot day after day crossing from end to end many times in her wanderings.""No home or family, on earth ? apart from the rags covering her poor body,how can she lives ? The expenses l mean ?""No one knows .. point is ,l heard that she is Zepp ' s mom who left him when he was two or three years old " "Perhaps they just want to talk bad.By the way do you hear it from Dhamia? She is an old freak too .. sorry..you often see her ..l know..why ? Does she have any special meaning for you?""The one you