Saturday, June 26, 2010

My way

I look at the sky. It is eternal. Sometimes it is dark, sometimes it shines. It always exists. No matter it is the time for the sun or the moon; no matter you recognize or not. It stays. Never retreats. Complains, cries, contemplates. It is human. It loves life. It slows down, rests, rejuvenates and restarts....

I do the same way!