I take my pens and I go...

I'm so upset, I'm working without clear aims, my life goes into darkness, no thing could draft me out ...
I want to forgive my dear heart because he couldn't forget my oldest memories, because of my beautiful talent I'm in conflict with my dears, I'm in conflict but I love them , may be I'm a hard understood brain although I begin to lose beautiful things..

hardly I can breath liberty ; please free me ..I'm strungled in the huge top of freedom , you could'nt see , you could'nt feel ; I'm in the top of my sadness ..free me

 to mysterious futur without you ...

Soumaya