Why is life never simple, never easy. Always wondering what trouble's lay around the corner and how to deal with them.
Everytime I close my eyes I dream to awaken and find a paradise of simplicity. Knowing it can never happen but hoping my knowledge will change and that simplicity is the highest form of peace. That is what keeps me dreaming.

Love is never simple. The life cannot contain love without the intricate parts it tails along. Only in dreams can love be only as it is said. However love cannot be had in my life without turning the page apon friends in which I love and which care for me. I can never find love within my soul but attached with a price. So should I dare to hope?